swedish is SO not that simple to pronounce. ::looks in horror at gjallarhorn liner notes::

um, so i went to bed at 7 and dreamed shit that i don't remember, and woke up at 5 when my parents got up. made tea, burned my finger on the kettle, took some cough syrup, opened my mail. whoa, cara_chapel! eeeee! ::covers you with kisses:: i keep thinking your name is a famous person's name, but it must be an imaginary famous person cause i can't pin it down.

hi. last night that was not really me, because the last time i had slept had been nearly 24 hours before, for not quite 2 hours, on mece's couch. after that long on a bus/plane/car everything gets a little surreal. it's really me now. not that i'm promising not to be depressed.

and also i have a headache.

icons

anyone want to resize some lj icons to 60x60 for aim use for me? anyone? ::glances around:: hit me on aim, if, you know, you're on my buddy list. this computer is crippled and has no image editing program. MUST download pirate photoshop! hey, nemoricultrix, how does one do that again?

EDIT. got an email from k'sal. she is way too busy for beta duty--alas. dude, if i understand this correctly her dog has some kind of plague. er, eek?

breathe.

well, THAT was fun. am still shaking from coming off the adrenaline high.

five till time to take lilly to school: i'm getting dressed! on schedule!
time: where are my socks?
one minute past: where are the KEYS?
ten minutes past: there are no spares on the spare rack.
twenty minutes past: my keys weren't taken to finland and are in my purse. my purse is nowhere in evidence. lillian gets dad's voicemail. not that he could help.
thirty minutes past: find a set of spares in the place i have already looked three times, drive lillian to school. return.

and now i'm all set to install things--limewire, opera, printer--on the new family computer, and i can't get it to start, and i couldn't even FIND dad's work number without checking my email archives--

EEK! okay. breathing. breathing.

breathe.

memo to the department of a bunch of guys named victor

victors,

a wax would not go amiss just now.

<3 cim

EDIT: am suddenly dizzy with fatigue. jet lag, i guess. back later to battle with sunbeam's page and download stuff on the new computer.

dial-up bandwidth, man.

trillian makes me tired.

to download:

limewire
opera
ad-aware
trillian
aim
lj semagic
ftp explorer
cutehtml
winamp

blahcakes

my parents didn't tell me to get my sister for the good reason that mom was going to do it, but i got worried when they weren't home by 5.30 and wasted some gas driving there and back. oh well. even though we have two bathrooms now, still only one toilet functions. have everything downloaded that i needed now except cute html, and a serial number for paintshop. am working on a desktop image. next on agenda is to find out what mom actually wants and install printer and teach her how to use opera. they have a handy tutorial, but it's not like she would think to look for it. the menus will look like so much gibberish to her, i'm sure. hey, so, wax went to bed. i mean, it was late and she has to work in the morning and she hasn't translated the norwegian yet... still. it's like, 'well, NOW what.' as if the day's over. i inherit this from my dad.

desktop for the new family computer.

made of that picture of tatu cuddling. had a random fit of moroseness and cried. dog was too occupied with strip of rawhide to come if i wasn't going to call him outright. i don't blame him, i suppose.( my desktop )

new trek slash website announcement

the stories of a friend of mine and a queen of star trek slash, the inestimable and highly reputed Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam, who has allowed me to upload them to my webspace.



check out the picard/q au novel promised land, which is heaped with awards; the controversial and highly sentimental necro fics, always ...and forever; and the reworked classic kirk/spock, soldier's luck, which has been called a companion to my short story silence*.

* the stories were written and posted at almost exactly the same time, and caused judith grahn to compare them as weird angles on the pedestrian origins (read: clichés) of k/s.

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back still sore, ibuprofen not kicking in.

send help wax stat.