Fuck Everything
Today is getting off to just about the worst start possible. Never mind that we have storms coming in, my glucose isn’t cooperating, I slept like shit, or I have 53 cents in my account. None of that matters in light of the fact I woke up and my desktop computer, the one I use for everything, is dead. The hard drive won’t even start to spin up. My guess is, based on yesterday’s performance, that the drive is too full following an update to Photoshop. There’s no room left to write the .tmp files needed for startup. This would be because the drive was unevenly partitioned. There’s plenty of space on the D partition, but I never could convince Windows to use it.
So, I’m stuck using my Chromebook, a device I purchased two years ago for use when I would be at the hospital. Among the issues here:
- It only has one USB drive so I can only connect one external drive at a time
- I can’t use my wireless mouse and am stuck with this stupid touchpad
- The biggest Adobe apps, the ones I use most often, won’t work on the Chromebook because the OS is the exact same one as is on your phone.
- There’s no way to connect my large 42″ monitor to the Chromebook
- I have to hunch over to use the damn thing
- There’s no equivalent to File Explorer on this OS
- I have to shut the Chromebook every time I get up to keep cats from walking across and messing everything up
- I don’t even know what documents I’ve lost on the old drive
- Not all saved passwords are carried over to the Chromebook
- This is really trying my patience
Brandon has volunteered to take a look at the machine this weekend. This is the sort of thing he does for work and if there’s any recovering it I’m sure he’ll be able to do so. In the meantime, though, I’m extremely limited in what I can do, which has me on the verge of a complete breakdown. I don’t do well without my pictures and Photoshop. I don’t have a decent camera. I don’t have a darkroom or any place to create one. I don’t have a piano or composition paper. What the fuck am I supposed to do with my decaying self?
I’m sure I’ll sadly survive this lack of privilege. I asked Kat to shoot me, but once again she declined. I don’t know why she won’t go ahead and put me out of everyone’s misery.
So, there, that’s where we are this morning. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if there’s anything else I can salvage from this painfully uncreative circumstance. Otherwise, I’ll just go all-in on bitching about the incredible amount of nonsense coming from all the fucking idiotic politicians that someone elected in what has to be one of the most brain-dead moments the world has experienced.
Maybe SS will hit tomorrow so I can at least buy ground turkey for hamburgers.