I am not sure what to do with all these thoughts. Maybe I should take up blogging daily again? But does anybody read these thoughts, or are they just my echoing space? Does it even matter? I suppose not.
Today I had a different cleaning lady here, because my regular is on holiday. The substitute is called Tatjana. She did a good enough job, but she managed to crash my ubuntu box by placing something on the keyboard - on the printscreen button. There was nothing on the keyboard when I came home, but there were two-thousand-and-some printscreen dialog boxes, the computer was running hot and blowing the fan as if it was an airplane about to take off, and not *really* responding to anything I did (though I could click cancel on each dialog). In the end I rebooted it and felt like a complete idiot doing so, but it was the quick way out - and less humiliating than asking for help. Though I ruined that by going public about it, didn't I?
I'd love to read your daily blog :)
ReplyDeleteStop with the small text, it ruins my read!
ReplyDeleteMaybe it wasn't meant for your eyes? ;)
DeletePff, sure it was, or you wouldn't have posted it!
DeleteWhat I meant was, if the world and destiny wanted you to read it, your pretty little head wouldn't have a problem with it ;)
DeleteI refuse to acknowledge my head as being little. Pretty I can live with.
DeleteI probably ought not to reply to your posts in my head! Do keep on writing!
ReplyDeleteI'll try. I need something to spur me. One of those a subject-a-day challenges or something.
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