I have also had it tell me a file was locked because it was being used by me, weird things happen and focussing on lunch instead is a smart move.

"File is locked, in use by [YOU]" is always a fun one. There are also features in Sharepoint that (still!) only work in Internet Explorer.

I recently re-listened to the audiobook of Space Opera, and the scene where Oort yells at Clippy is so SO satisfying.

he he ... this morning I was listening to the traffic report and there was an accident on Montresor (? spelling?) and I kept thinking of The Cask of Amontillado.

Apple and peanut butter makes a good snack.

This was my lunch today.

I bought a bunch of meal replacement shake packets for when I need to eat but nothing sounds good/everything is too hard. That mostly works out okay, although sometimes even that is too much.

I have Clif bars for this.

Booze works for me.

I have Clif bars for this.

I like having Luna bars around for that, but I keep running out

All the things I am out of, I do still have rum. Perhaps a wee nip once I finish logging off the work laptop would not be amiss...

Calli, it was just a very basic chicken salad but with leftover duck shredded instead of chicken. Today's was just mayo and relish because I didn't want to do any chopping.

Timelies all!

I have a cat on my lap. At least she's being quiet....

I think it was G.K. Chesterton who pointed out that most booze is vegetarian ... vegan even.

I have been unexpectedly (timing-wise) moving to Mom's house and many things out of mine. There have been many boxes taken to my old house because it's a cul de sac, less than ten minutes from the Marine Corps base and that seems the ideal place to have a garage sale that might get more than two people. Many interested in used items for cheap.

Yesterday every single box or crate that I'd worked to get over there and a few pieces of furniture came back. This was not what was agreed to at all.

I spent 16-18 hour days doing my job the last 4-5 weeks, going through Mom's things and in general having everything along one wall ready to have a yard sale this weekend. Except I can't because everything is here, 17 miles away and I'm fucking furious.

To make it better, the guy clearing out of my old place is one of my superiors. Who needed a place to live while the military messed up his move. I am going to preface this with he has good intentions.

Yesterday, I got the random desk, a nice wooden chest and a rocking chair removed. Got my washer and dryer back but realized last night that the dryer won't dry and I either dry on cold or smell gas. Realized today that every single bit of shit I made myself get rid of is back in the garage.

I'm angry and I am so mentally pissed off that I put myself through all of that for nothing. At best, this takes me two months to fix. And I'm tempted to rent a dumpster at each house and just say eff it.