So. Last night, I was photoshopping, and I was masking shit away, and I went to let up because I was done with that area, except my mouse would not let go. Even with my hands COMPLETELY OFF OF MY LAPTOP, it was holding down a click. And everytime I'd move it, it'd continue to erase. There was NO way out of it, I tried forever, before just powering off. When I booted back up, the same issue happened. I cannot fucking click. Physically? It's fine. The clicker clicks. But it does not work on my screen. Tapping the trackpad doesn't work either. It is so fucking frustrating, I had a huge breakdown because I'd been wanting to cry properly since House but couldn't. I just had random TINY little outbursts but I couldn't cry like I wanted. I finally found my old wireless mouse, it works, thank god, but I cannot bear the idea of Mia being broken and having to be shipped off, especially if Gemma is going to be here. Like, I know it's just a computer, but I was so fucking upset I kind of felt like dying. Like when my computer cord broke, that was fine. It was fine for her to be dead because I knew how to fix it - just buy a new cord when you wake up, no big. But I have NO idea what this is and NO idea how to fix it and I feel so helpless and that is the emotion I hate the most.
SO. OH AND THEN!! I GO TO LISTEN TO MY FUCKIN IPOD THIS MORNING? It tells me to plug into iTunes to restore, some error message I've never seen before. OH, and then LJ doesn't work. THE MOST IMPORTANT PARTS OF MY LIFE ARE ALL FUCKING BREAKING IN THE SPAN OF 5 HOURS. And all day today, I've been using that wireless mouse and it's SUCH a pain in the ass at school and dsklfhjkas. I was so scared, okay. I went to Best Buy after class, the Geek Squad guy opens it up, AND IT FUCKING WORKS. THE GUY JUST
BREATHED ON IT AND IT WAS MAGIC. HE TOUCHED HER AND SHE WAS HEALED. We called him the Christ of computers. And now it's totally fine. Fucking great, I'm so glad I spent all of last night crying and freaking out, then.
Then I had a House-related breakdown. Because I think too much. And it's so fucking sad. And I am so scared of having to ever deal with a situation like that in my future. I might talk about it later, idk, I wrote a bunch of shit but now I'm realizing that I don't even have to really deal with it right now - if it's an issue in the future, I'll deal with it then, and it's not EVEN a choice right now really. So whatever. And LOL, Kiel, this RL guy who watches House, he wrote on my facebook last night & it made my life:
Him: I just came by to say 'Hi' to Patty and Selma. You know; cause they're always smokin'.
Me: Oh, I feel bad! I haven't named your testicles!
LOL, what this must look like to people who don't watch House. I could die.
Him: It's OK. I call them Mo and Curly, just for future reference :-p
Me: Oh, I see. And then there's Larry.
Him: He's my favorite.
I've never met any of them but he'd probably be my favorite, too.