I'm stressed out.

You know how I can tell I'm stressed out? It's not 'cause I actually *feel* stressed out. Nope. That would be waaaaaaayy too easy. Then at least I'd know to lay flat on the floor and not get near *anything* until I feel better.

I can tell because I'm breaking things.

See, when I get really stressed, I break electronics. It's part of the reason why I can't wear a watch for more than a month or so at a time.. I get wigged, and kaplooey. My record for breakage, in one morning, is: two computers, a printer, a vcr, a cordless phone, and a 'fridge. It was a particularly bad day.

Sunday I managed to wipe out two modems and my cell phone, which means I was incommunicado until this morning. The cell phone was *extremely* frustrating, because when I went to get it exchanged I found out they don't make that phone anymore. ::grumble:: So now I'm stuck with an ugly-ass phone 'cause I had limited choices as to what I could get in exchange. And Mr. Kitty was less than pleased that I blew up his modem... I maintain he's lucky I didn't wipe out the whole computer.

Ack.

( So who wants to know why I'm stressed? )

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Well. I've gotten an amazing amount of work done on my website today.. mostly manipulating some new pics and moving stuff around. Any and all feedback welcome, but you know I managed to finagle a "Fabulous Site" award from FFF, so I'm not gonna listen to anything you peons say. ;) I'm supposed to pick up the latest pics of the house tonight, and if my scanner was hooked up I could upload them. Perhaps I'll continue to avoid doing what I'm actually supposed to be doing by hooking up my scanner. _{and then I could forward nekkid pics to Cr... ahhh.. nothing. Did I say that out loud?}

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go read the newspaper over Sophie's shoulder. There's an exceptionally interesting article here on page 3A....