Fucked Up

A 5-post collection

Friday, Fuckups and Folderol

We accidentally broke Miss Chaos' computer. A simple birthday gift of extra storage space resulted in the thing catching fire.

We think it's only the Power Supply Unit, but Beloved it taking it away to be certain that it's all in perfect working order before it's back on Chaos' desk.

The rest of her gifts - a game from her brother and some Steam Gift Cards from the fam - are currently moot. Fingers crossed, it is just the Power Supply Unit, and not the whole thing that needs a refurb.

So as a result of that, I'm ferrying Beloved and the PC over to Adorable's this morning! Yay! And going shopping for a few vital things on the way home. Yay?

I'll offer Chaos a treato for me to look for as a kind of compensation. But that will be happening sometime after I get moving this morning. I'm still in the midst of stretchies.

In the meantime, Chaos has license to use Beloved's PC for all her entertainment needs. She's wary of doing that, now, but we shall see how well she fares as time drags on.

I'm weary, so I shall try a nap to see if that helps with things.

Further news as events warrant.

Thursday, All New Fuckups

I had PLN'd to get Mayhem to the train station by nine so he could catch the train that would let him get to job training in good time.

Pity for me that waking up to arrive mere minutes to the train's arrival is counterproductive to the thought processes of Mayhem. So he missed the train and I had to drive him down. Again.

We have a PLN in place to not mess up that badly again, tomorrow. Yay, I guess.

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Monday, Day 0, I Fucked Up

Plague news: No new plague news today.

Vax news: No new vax news today.

Given this, it's easy to think the government has entirely given up on keeping people safe from the plague. I'm assuming Day Zero. It's safer.

I forgot to set my alarm for D&D and Beloved forgot to be sure I made it there. My players have forgiven me and they were resourceful enough to do some non-canonical battle practice during the lost time.

Next week. Next

Dumb Little Mistakes

Of all the bad things that could happen to a technophilic writer, the worst has to be a hand injury.

Especially one as daft as this one.

In the process of scooping up carrot stubs, I ran the side of my index finger along the edge of a knife that was just sitting there. It didn't hurt, so I didn't think I had hurt myself, and it wasn't bleeding even after I'd chucked the carrot stubs.

Squeeze finger just to check. Yup.

Social stuff

There's a ceremony thing for Chaos' school closing whatsit, and that means that today's story might be delayed until the afternoon. Connecting to steemit is not an easy process and I prefer to do my Instants at home for just that reason.

Like... I can connect and do the thing in a mobile situation? But I'd rather not.

Apologies for that in advance. I probably won't even be able to work on my novel during the events. And worse - I have