And one super-annoying way that someone, please God, knows how to fix.
1.) My CDRW and DVD player are not installed. I mean, they are no longer there according to my computer. Here is what it says about them under Device Manager.
Windows cannot load the device driver for this hardware. The driver may be corrupted or missing. (Code 39)
I uninstalled and ran the reinstller, then uninstalled and restarted and tried to install, *then* panicked. The CDs are my computers only real outlet into civilzation--I don't even have a working disk drive anymore, since I gave up on it after getting the CDRW. So no, I can't pop out the XP Pro disk and use it to get the drivers.
I *can* however, access the other computer hooked into mine. I tried to use it to reinstall the drivers, but that so didn't work you'd be shocked.
Advice would be nice. No, really. I have at least three more months until I can get a new one, and I really don't want this one to die. Really.
2.) Saw guy today. Very hot. Works for sears.com. Did I mention he's hot? One day, I shall be smooth and stumble up and be able to *introduce* myself. Instead of hovering a few feet away, objectifying him behind his back.
Though that *is* kind of amusing, in a sad, fangirl, geek way. I've learned instamindporn. It's when you sit a few feet from someone, stare at them, and imagine them naked doing oh so many things. Or just naked. Though honestly, those pants were doing some of the job for me.
*re-reads that* You know, when I say it like that, it sounds a lot creepier than it is. Or maybe it's just as creepy as it is. I don't mind anymore. I've grown beyond such trifles as, say, good taste and normality. Bah.
3.) For the life of me, I cannot find any Brian pictures I can objectify into icons to gape over. Anyone have icons or pictures? Please? With sugar on top?
4.) Dental visit Monday. Yes, you all know the drill. One root canal, one root treatment, one temporary cap, one day of blissful numbness, and serious complaining for the next two days. My dental issues have actually become the most interesting part of me. That is *really* sad.
God, just going to go curl up somewhere and imagine Daphne having to explain things to Justin. Cause, whoa. Just whoa.