I survived!

Yes, my babies, I am still alive. I kinda half killed my computer--let's go with put it in a coma--temporarily, of course!--but it's all better now. Runs better than ever.

I feel so bold and grown up now--using real Debian instead of Ubuntu. Because Debian's really *that* much harder. Obviously. </false sense of accomplishment>

Anyway, I hope to get back into more proper blogging ASAP. My hand's feeling better--this new hand brace thing's really doing the trick, as is the 800mg of ibuprofen I take now and then.

I've been having a simply fabulous couple of days. I'd say it started at least around Friday. I've just felt so upbeat and hopeful and forward-looking. Like, I've gotten up early twice to open at American Eagle and, as I'd walk to the bus stop, feel giddy to be on my way to work. As though dancing about to fold clothes and help customers were simply more fun the more excited I get about it and fully I put myself into it.

Actually, that does sound kinda fun...

My theme song the last few days has been Brendan Maclean's "Cold And Happy". Hoorah for twitter! I discovered him somehow or another--maybe I was bored or avoiding doing stuff and puttered about the "trending topics" and stumbled upon him, then his profile, then his youtube, and then this song's video?--and with only 3 listens to the song, it was stuck in my goddamned head. And it's been kinda awesome :)

So, yeah, check it oooowt! Now! And, as if there weren't already enough incentive for you all by this point, he's also really hot. Like--OMFUG--marry me, hot.

I need to acquire this EP. Now. By any means necessary. :)

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