throat itch, throat scratch

i can only imagine that i have a throat infection, because i cannot recall mine causing me so much trouble before.

and i can't say that i don't deserve it.

so i didn't get around to trying to install linux last night. the story pretty much ends with me running partition magic and going to brush my teeth. while standing in the bathroom, i heard a soft beep, and so i walked through to inspect. some weird error number.

cool as ice, i call spot. "don't panic," says spot, "i'll handle this. it'll be fine."

i walk back to the bathroom. after a minute, spot calls out: "okay. now you can panic."

when citing all the reasons for not switching to linux, i clean forgot about this one: any pc i deal with magically becomes infested with gnomes. sinister gnomes that attack without warning. i'm only safe if i don't appear to be doing anything hardware-related.

so i tossed and turned in dead silence last night, and when i did wake up in the middle of the night i couldn't see a damn thing without das blinkenlights on the go.

i had a fun chat with our group commander today, so i'm guessing he's alright with yesterday's events. i learned to bullshit in hebrew today. today i promised myself to introduce one of the ignorant girls on base to graphic novels.

i went to the bank on the way home, to discover that the ass-hat who i sat with two weeks ago didn't order me an updated credit card, and i spent twenty minutes fighting with the useful guy before getting to the point where i understood what was going on. and what's going on is stupid - i'm a member of two groups who use the credit card as identification, and i can't have both labels on my card. so i have to choose.

i came home, changed, read a bit of hyperion (started getting into it), then met spot at cafeneto. sunshine introduced us to an ex-south african girl sitting there, which was interesting, and when we were done there we went shopping, then came back here.

it looks as though there's a chance that spot can recover the data from the corrupted drive, and now that i'm done posting i'm putting myself and my 'orrible throat to sleep; i gotta go back to my old workplace tomorrow to teach my replacement.