On the Fritz

So my computer is apparently getting more crotchety as it ages and it currently seems to be frenemies with my internet, so we'll see how well this blog-posting thing goes.

I'm not looking forward to spending money on replacing my computer. This one has been so trusty. And when you get a new one, you have to spend all that time getting used to it, and trying not to be tripped up by how the old one felt better and made more sense you, because you knew (or perhaps even caused) all of its little quirks. Plus, all of your lovely custom settings? Poof. Gone. It's like losing your best inanimate friend.

Because I totally have inanimate friends.

First world problems, I suppose. There are a lot of people who can't even afford to own a computer, let alone worry about replacing one.

So that's the main thing on my mind right now. Which is why the first half of this post is about it.

My ability to go to work has been on the fritz over the last month as well. Bouts of sickness picked up first from family over Christmas break, then from my coworkers after Christmas break, then from my roommate who picked up something from her coworkers after Christmas break. It seemed like I was never going to get better.

But I am, now! And I'm reveling in it. My cabin fever (aside from the real fevers) had reached raging proportions, as evidenced by the deep-cleaned bathroom, spotlessly-white sink, and cobweb-free corners-under-the-counters. Apparently the cleanliness of my apartment has an inverse relationship with my physical health, because it's not quite so clean now that I'm feeling better. You'd think it would be the other way around, but there you have it.

Yes, I am aware that I'm rambling inanely. I figure that's better than nothing, though, right?