Well, shit

Brannagh’s not working. Last night we had a really kickass thunderstorm which rocked the house for over an hour, and the power blipped once (that I know of). I was upstairs in the bedroom trying to sleep through it but since our bedroom windows no longer face a building taller than us, all of the light from the lightning coming through four very large windows is not sleep-inducing. However, back to the point. When the power blinks at all, Brannagh shuts off rather than resets, so when I came downstairs this morning at an early 11:24, I wasn’t at all surprised to see that Brannagh was off. I turned the monitor on and pushed the power button on Brannagh and sat down. “Video cable connected?” Yeah, yeah, doofy monitor. Give the computer a minute to boot up and that message will go away. When it didn’t, I noticed that there was no noise coming from the computer. No lights either, now that I looked at it. So I push the power button again. Nothing. This computer has a really huge power button, so it’s not like I’m somehow missing it or anything. I pushed all the buttons on the front of Brannagh and nothing. Nada, rien, zip, nul. Dippy. I thought about going upstairs and asking the husband to come down and look at it, but having no idea of when he went to bed, I decided against it. Instead, I went up and grabbed Buster who is now sitting on my computer desk in place of Brannagh’s keyboard. I have no idea what happened to her, but she’s not working. To say the least, this is yet another incredibly depressing thing which has happened recently, making me yet again question why the hell I even bother getting out of bed in the morning.

So in light of the fact that my main computer’s not working and I cannot, therefore, access any of her files, I guess I’m going to have to make do with typing up my class syllabus and documents on Buster. Hopefully some of the files are on the thumb drive. This is just a bitch. Things aren’t slated to start looking up until midway through October. I could scream, but Ian’s asleep. Oh well. Psycho wooman, out.