I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

But my monitor is. Grabbing some time on Eor's laptop. He's very sweetly ensconced me in a comfy chair with a blanket around my legs, which I don't particularly need because I'm still sweating from my walk and really need to go take a bath soon. ;)

I may, actually, finally, be developing some stamina. I walked for longer and at a higher angle than I have for a while.

Today, Derien travelled 1.45 miles on the journey from Bag End to Rivendell.

Road curves slightly
Followed the fairly straight and level road.

A total of 31.86 miles along the way.

Generated by Eor's Walk Tool inspired by Eowyn Challenge.net


(For some reason the links did not copy as they usually do, though.)

Of course it's always easier walking for a while when I've got a good book to read, and I have "The Life of the World to Come" by Kage Baker. Don't try to jump straight into this book, it's at least the fourth or fifth of a series and I've been waiting ages to get it, and am finding it rather delightful. :)

So, yes, the monitor. It's been unhappy for a few weeks, I guess, refusing to start right up again when left to go into power-save mode. It would take ten or fifteen minutes, then start up when it felt like it. And I said to myself this might be kind of a good thing, because it would break my of my addiction to reading Facebook. A week or so ago Eor thought of a way around that - he set it back to using a screen-saver so it just stayed on all the time, and I got to see all my Hogswatch pictures cycling through. And that worked fine until Windows decided to do some of the regular updates, day before yesterday, and the monitor just never recovered. Oh, it's little power light blinks, but it acts like it's in power-save mode. Ah well. I've been reading and walking on the treadmill more, so it's probably a good thing. :)

Must go take my bath, although I suppose I should post to Facebook real quick, too. And maybe check my email.

I spoke too soon. Depression began to catch up with me today. And, this evening, as I attempted to put my after-dinner time to good use with job-hunting, I found that I can't e-mail out my resume (why I don't know, it just hangs every e-mail I attache it to), I can't update it on my website (my ftp refuses to connect properly), I can't put it on a disk (my 3.5 drive corrupts every disk I put in it) and I can't print it out (my printer has decided, suddenly, that black ink is too boring for it). I feel really cursed. My resume is up on Monster, so that's something.

Now, something which kept me up last night - How do I know if someone really thinks of me as a friend? Yeah, I know this is something I should have figured out when I was in high school and I'm almost frikkin 35, but I'm socially retarded, okay? I'd love some feedback on the comments page.