This sucks to tell you the truth. Once again, allergies attack. Last week was the inhalation of the word, ‘reformation’. This week, merely a tickle in my right nostril which causes the right eye to water and a most unsightly nasal drip under my nose. It happened in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. It was enough to make me wake up and blow my nose several times filling the garbage can near the bed to fill with used tissues. Bill was oblivious to it, sleeping like a log after transcribing music for quite a few hours.

I woke up and showered and went out for some bagels and the papers after a cup of coffee at the computer checking the email. I ran a spy ware program and headed out to the streets which weren’t as cold as yesterday. Why, it was 27 degrees out. Balmy! There was no line when I walked into the bagel shop so that was nice. I headed out and got the papers. I remembered I needed to get some eggs so it was off to the supermarket. I came back home and checked the computer so it could get rid of the spy stuff and other crap on the computer.

Things were going well. I had downloaded Mozilla Firefox last night with a Google package, and didn’t complete all of the downloads. Everything seemed completed and I followed the prompts towards a restart. That was done and after that all I was left with was a blue screen. Nice cursor and a blue screen. No taskbars at the bottom. No Windows. No Firefox or start button. Totally fucked up. After restarting a few dozen times, still nothing. Ctrl/Alt/Delete didn’t do much of anything either. And of course, the Microsoft help line was off for the weekend.

Bill let me use his computer, his super big and fast Mac which I do love to use. Now I’m on his PowerBook G4 since he’s transcribing again. Juan is expected, home from college for the weekend. I plan on utilizing his computer brain (he is of THAT generation after all) and seeing if he can work some hocus pocus on the computer. I have hope. As a back I did leave a message for Rand earlier asking him for his assistance with the problem. I didn’t hear anything from his corner of the world yet.

Now I’m on the G4, took an allergy antihistamine watching Scrubs. I took one earlier and it knocked me out for an hour. A deep nap followed soon after. That was fun. Still the computer shows nothing but a blue screen and the cursor. I am the curser as well as the cursed, what with the computer being the way that it is and a hemisphere of my skull tearing and dripping. It doesn’t matter, there are worse things in the world than this problem.

I’m looking forward to seeing Juan and picking his brain. He shouldn’t mind.