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Life is good |
[Saturday, 16th of July, 2011] |
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Mood: Feeling accomplished, happy and content. |
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Today has been a very good day. Why? Several reasons...
I slept well and woke to a bright, beautiful day, and even though Tam was so impatient for his daily trip that he wouldn't even let me eat breakfast the trip was pleasant: My mp3-player sang my favourite songs. The energy bar I'd hurriedly grabbed on our way out the door wasn't too melted and sticky. The sun was so wonderfully warm on my skin that I didn't even fret about the fact that I hadn't had the time to find the sun tan lotion before leaving the house. After our trip both Tam and I ate a hearty breakfast (dinner leftovers - om nom nom!) and then Tam dozed in the outer hall where it was cool while I got my knickknacks and walked to the town center. The main street was filled with stands and everyone was walking around with a smile on their faces - and many with an ice cream in hand. I went to the book shop where they had a summer weekend sale and found no less than six books, and I paid only 300kr for them! They didn't have the two books I came for, but that didn't dampen my mood - I mean, six books for 300 kr? That's pretty awesome. On my way home I bought cherries and red grapes - my favourites. I made dinner and watched a movie - one I very early into it realised was a poor choice. What is it with me and watching stuff that almost make me lose my appetite while eating dinner? Why I figured that Supernatural was not suitable dinner entertainment but didn't think twice about putting on Zombieland is a mystery. I paused it though, finished my dinner, and watched the rest afterwards. It was absolutely disgusting. I hate zombies. But it had its moments. I laughed a couple of times. Not as funny as Shaun of the Dead, but for a zombie flick it was decent. (Oh, and if you like zombie movies feel free to roll your eyes and mutter about my lack of appreciation of the genre. I don't mind. I freely admit that zombies scare me. Like for real. I know it's "just a movie" - but there's something fundamentally frightening about zombies that I can't seem to shake. Give me vampires, werewolves, aliens in all shapes and sizes, but please no zombies.) Anyways, after the movie I decided to try to fix the faulty space bar on my laptop. The other day, all of a sudden it started messing with me. It happened literally overnight; it worked fine when I went to bed, but was all fucked up the following day. It was sluggish and required much more force to press down - and after a while it didn't want to work at all unless I pressed down hard in the very middle of the key. Which, let's face it, I don't do. I hit it almost dead center with my right thumb, but not nearly hard enough for it to work in it's new fucked-up state. I only grace the very edge of it when I use my left. Which I discovered I do pretty often. Getting space between only about 30% of the words I wrote was annoying to say the least. I tried blowing air under the key to dislodge the crumb or whatever I figured was to blame for the whole thing, but it didn't help. I tried the hoover. No luck there either. I knew that if I had to hand the laptop in for repairs it would cost me at least 1500kr - and the guy at Expert heartily agreed that it wasn't worth it. I googled replacement keys and replacement keyboards, which would no doubt be less expensive, and would probably take about as long, but after reading a while I decided that before I started ordering replacement keys or keyboards I should at least try to fix it myself. (Cue ominous music.) Although I really wanted someone who knew what they were doing to fix it, since I am very protective of my laptop and was convinced that I would only make it worse if I tried to do it myself, my impatience and stinginess won out and in the spirit of "hey, it's gonna cost me one way or another, I might as well try" I got working. The Expert-guy (which he really isn't, if he's anything like the rest of the doofuses that work there...) said I could try to clean any stickiness under the key with a q-tip dipped in alcohol - because he was convinced that I had spilled soda on it. Which I most certainly had not. And if I had, I would probably have spilled on more than just half of the space bar, now wouldn't I? But I found q-tips and alcohol, since I might as well try that too while I was at it. After much cursing, in poor lighting, with a retractable blade and my dad's air compressor, more cursing and vows never to do anything this stupid again... I fixed it. I am a tech savvy girl - hear me roar: YAAAAY! I managed to fix it all by myself! :D I am so proud that I managed to fix it, even more surprised that I managed to fix it, insanely relieved that I didn't destroy the whole laptop beyond repair, and and very happy that I didn't have to pay 1500kr (at the very least) to get it fixed at the shop. And now I sit here writing on my fully functional laptop, the space bar working as new. The music is turned up, I'm singing along, eating grapes and nipping from a glass of my favourite white wine. I have the house to myself. It's a good day, and for the first time this summer I'm feeling completely content. It's probably much due to the fact that I slept until I woke this morning and has not taken my melatonin, so I'm not forced to sleep at the time of day my body is most happy to be awake. Life is good.
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