The Enchanter's Theorem

The breastpump died.

I have to stop and pick up a new one on the way home tonight. This is one of those things that I cannot go without. It's literally what feeds the Bean and also eases my own discomfort.

I could cry and/or vomit.

Breastpumps are hideously expensive.

I'm in a super crank mood.

It's probably due to lack of sunshine/Vitamin D, but there are relevant issues to crank my mood.  Hunt Press site apparently went catastrophically down and no one at the host thought to inform me.  I didn't get the next 100 pages of the novel printed and shoved in my bag, so I can't edit today.  The DVR was having audio issues this morning.  We're tight this week, because it's rent that needs paying.  I don't have a working computer and the camera I desire is so out of my reach right now as to be on Mars.

Oh yeah.

Avast, you bastards.  I'm coming for you with a knife in my teeth. 

Crank mood always makes me even more aggressive, which as some people who know me would comment is even scarier, since they think I'm aggressive enough already.

Today had better not fuck with me.  I am not in the mood to be fucked with.  See note about knife in teeth.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Okay, that being out of the way now, I already feel better.  Sometimes you just have to put on the copper suit a la Terry Pratchett and climb the hill during the electric storm to scream, "All Gods are bastards!"

Yeah.

So.

Moving on.

*deep breath*

If anyone can please please PLEASE help me with the Hunt Press website and also in getting my personal site up and live, or you know someone who is not truly expensive, please let me know.

I need help.

Thanks.