Thursdays Are Made For Grr

Gods.  The day is brutal.

The Bean is *teething*.  I shit you not.  A back molar, no less, because for her, why go for the traditional front tooth?  Oh no.  Let's go for something else *entirely*.  Precocious.  Yes, we call that precocious.  Gah.

She's eight weeks old today.  Two months.  Dude.

And the rest of the day is just brutal and I'm running and I had to stop and just breathe.  For a moment.  Just a moment.

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I can haz laptop?  Yes!  I can haz!  Many thanks to Master Turnbow for the gift of one each Samwise, a laptop now sitting on my desk at home.  He won't run PS with all the bells and whistles, but Elements will run *fine*, thankyouverymuch. 

*collapses from relief*

I probably won't get much time to start getting him up to speed tonight.  My stupid dance show is on tonight.  But tomorrow should be fine.  I hope.  Today does not bode well for my plans.

Great.  I just broke a damn nail too.  Bad omen #2 for the day.

As for the rest, things are a horror show and I'm trying not to vomit.  Focusing on the smell of Bean's head and Mouse's laugh. 

The rest?  This crap is just temporary.