It's the little things. I'd guess you say I've been triggerd today. I've got sn and domp but no scales. Still I'm tempted to wing it.
Little things. I spent all yesterday updating windoze on my pc. Only for it to inform me this morning that win7 will no longer supported from mid January.
I can't afford to upgrade to 10. And if I did I'd no longer be able to use old software so all my illustrator artwork is lost. And I just know an upgrade will bork everything. I'll have to pay for the privilege of losing a good working setup.
So I spent all day passed around Microsoft support wankers to try and get the extended support for pro users. No help.
Then I broke the pen my mum gave me when I was a kid. It's just a fucking pen. She brought it from Ireland for me. I burst into tears and can't stop crying.
Ffs I used to fix other people's pcs and now I can't even use my sodding mobile properly. All the adventures I've had in life and now a broke pen demolishes me.
I've got bigger things to worry about. My dying colon, my worsening polyuria, starvation. I want to go to sleep and forget for a while but I can't even do that cus I have to ride the polyuria rodeo all night. And a total colectomy looms on the horizon.
Playing Guild Wars 2 on the pc was such a trivial thing but it was something positive to stop me wandering around in panic scratching my head. Now I'll likely lose that. I could zone out and enjoy something.
Every tiny thing I do to try and help myself the universe points and laughs.
I'm trapped between distraught and angry. And no one has a fucking clue.
Meh. Self pity rant. Trying so damn hard.
Little things. I spent all yesterday updating windoze on my pc. Only for it to inform me this morning that win7 will no longer supported from mid January.
I can't afford to upgrade to 10. And if I did I'd no longer be able to use old software so all my illustrator artwork is lost. And I just know an upgrade will bork everything. I'll have to pay for the privilege of losing a good working setup.
So I spent all day passed around Microsoft support wankers to try and get the extended support for pro users. No help.
Then I broke the pen my mum gave me when I was a kid. It's just a fucking pen. She brought it from Ireland for me. I burst into tears and can't stop crying.
Ffs I used to fix other people's pcs and now I can't even use my sodding mobile properly. All the adventures I've had in life and now a broke pen demolishes me.
I've got bigger things to worry about. My dying colon, my worsening polyuria, starvation. I want to go to sleep and forget for a while but I can't even do that cus I have to ride the polyuria rodeo all night. And a total colectomy looms on the horizon.
Playing Guild Wars 2 on the pc was such a trivial thing but it was something positive to stop me wandering around in panic scratching my head. Now I'll likely lose that. I could zone out and enjoy something.
Every tiny thing I do to try and help myself the universe points and laughs.
I'm trapped between distraught and angry. And no one has a fucking clue.
Meh. Self pity rant. Trying so damn hard.
