crossover_chick | Fucking --

I really CAN'T be happy, not for one fucking minute, can I?! So I get my NaNo word count finished just over a week early. So I learn that the Dante Inferno's paper I've been stressing over isn't actually due until December 8th. So I've got a long weekend this week, and then just two more full weeks of school and one day before I get a whole new chunk of time off before spring semester starts.

Result? MY FUCKING DESKTOP DIES.

Or, rather, it's a zombie, as I can turn it on, but it won't DO anything except apparently run the fan. It froze up right in the middle of me working some more on "Secundus," and when I tried to reboot, the monitor refused to come on. I resorted to switching off the power strip, which seemed to work -- the computer, after slight coaxing, turned back on. I thought I was fine, salvaged what I was writing, browsed the web--

And in the middle reading a

dear_mun entry, it froze again. And again, the monitor wouldn't come on when I tried to reboot. And when I tried switching the power strip off and on again, the computer just started humming and did nothing else.

As you might have guessed, I'm on Chester at the moment. Which is okay, but -- I'm not used to this. Nighttime is desktop time. Is STORY time. what I wanted to do tonight was KEEP WRITING. And now. . . .

I have a backup -- "Secundus" as of yesterday is in my e-mail inbox, in fact. But -- fuck. Dad thinks it might be the power supply, which means a hundred bucks out of my bank account. If it's not -- I don't know.

So, yeah. No stories, no entries in my RP LJs (except maybe