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If ever you thought I was a nice person, you should spend some time in my head when I'm on an airplane.  Due to chattery teenagers AGAIN WHY GOD, I had this complex contractual agreement drawn up with the devil - I trade my firstborn, and the devil instills a doom-speaking imp on the shoulders of every college-aged extroverted chatterboxing ninny, so that every time they feel the need to shriek with laughter (after 11p on a goddamn airplane), they get this incessant stream of doom.  "In the time it took you to say that, at least 200 people died of starvation.  In some places, there are little girls being exposed to the elements because they're not boys or firstborn.  You'll never find a job in your chosen major, not in this economy, and you'll be the only one in this group who this happens to.  One of the men in this group is a rapist, and you have no way of telling which one it is until it's too late.  How do you feel?"

I am secretly a not-good person.  But at least I don't talk about it on the goddamn plane at the top of my lungs to my seatmate and everyone around me.  I'm not incomprehensibly oblivious and also hateful.

In other news, after hours and hours on the plane, I have untangled... about a third of my new-found yarn.  It is periwinkle-ish and four-ply cotton happy, and I will use it to make this shawl, solely because I want to.

Since I am jittery now, I'm off to read up on Etsy terms of service.

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I think I may also sell a bit of the silverware and dishes stuff I have.  There's no reason to hang onto all this stuff, heavens.  It's taking up space I could put yarn in!

...why yes, it is 73°F outside.

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Dear self:

You have a touchy tummy.  A sensitive stomach.  A bad-tempered belly.

If you eat dairy, or too much fried food, or anything too non-bland, you'll feel ill.

If you get in a car and don't focus on the road, or you don't sleep well, or you get really anxious, you'll feel ill.

I am not even getting into the whole "low blood sugar"/"not eating enough" crap.  Just, no.  That's too large for now.

Stop writing it all off as just this one thing.  Stop reading while someone is driving, thinking it's just in your head this time, when it's every time.  Take your damn Lactaid pills with you always.  Eat a goddamn fruit or vegetable sometimes.  Sleep better.  Notice trends, damn your eyes.

Sinsrsly,
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"I" statements.

I watched Ghostbusters - mandatory! - and wound yarn into skeins, and washed some yay.  I did laundry.  I ate food.  I should have a multivitamin.  I am going to put away my laundry and go to bed a lot.  Wuh.

Spring puts Kwik-Gro(tm) in my skull.

I want a laptop that has sufficient memory, a lot of hard drive space, a DVD-ROM drive, a networking card, an OS*, and a distinct lack of thunderweevils.  Sound is required but top-notch is not - I listen to rock music loudly, using headphones, so it's not like I'm aiming for quality.  And I suppose the DVD drive wouldn't be required, I would just like it a great deal.

* I am most familiar with Windows, but am at least moderately fluent in the three major user OSes, and can get software I want for each of them.

Decent-sized screen, all of the keys present and functional, USB ports, trackpad for the mouse I suppose*, not actively on fire, and if Windows then not less than Win2k.

* The only thing my current trackpad does is move the pointer.  There is no clicking or dragging, because I am clumsy enough without assistance.

I am going to find pawn shops and check Freegeek and look for refurbished laptops.  I can do nothing now, but I am shoppinating.  Once I get a proper laptop, if it has oodles of hard drive space yay (I currently only use about 80 gigs total, not including OS space, across two machines, so 100 gigs should suffice as a minimum), I can donate all other hardware to Freegeek, and then be free.

...and then get a Ubuntu desktop from Freegeek, because why not.  I like Ubuntu, and you shut up.