ARRRRRRRGGHH! Computer still horked, just lost everything I wrote.

And to add insult to Best Buy injury (very close to a Best Buy tirade), the day before the untimely demise, I had just ordered a new battery, and, it came in the mail. I just opened it, and, it's the wrong effing battery.

I'm here at the Busymom.net road headquarters (I thought I told you to shut up about that last time I was here) where I just bought my food from a very affable employee. However, I have NO idea if this is a man or a woman. For real, I'm not joking.

It doesn't really matter, except for the fact that I think said person is hitting on me. Sometimes, you just like to know what you're dealing with. Person is also dangerously close to my personal bubble under the guise of cleaning the dining room. However, I can deal with it because I just scored a free drink refill.

Because of the battery situation, I needed a plug (no, wiseass, that wasn't a euphemism):

Me: "Is there an outlet in the dining room?"
Person of unknown gender: "Electrical?"
Me: "No, emotional, I'm feeling a bit oppressed."

Whatever.

I'm going with "woman", but, I may need to phone a friend.

This entry brought to you by WAY. TOO. MUCH. EFFORT.