DUCK.

I mean FUCK. FUCK.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

I was TOTALLY looking forward to the Leonid Meteor shower, and guess what? I'M GETTING A FUCKING RAIN SHOWER INSTEAD.

LIKE MY WEEK WASN'T TOTALLY SUCKTASTIC AS IT WAS. I REALLY WANTED TO SEE THESE DAMNED SHOOTING STARS, DAMN IT.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. WHY DO YOU HATE ME O LORD?!

Just the Headline to make my morning!

Scientology a 'criminal organisation' -- ABC News (Australia)

There are no words for how TICKLED I am that the senator that brought this up is Senator Xenophon.

HAIL XENU, BITCHES!

Oh great. Thanks, Rogue.

Imagine the scene.  I'm sitting in bed, typing away on my lappie.  The connectivity of the power cord has been weirdo of late, but if I wiggle it a bit, it sorts itself out.  This is BAD, I know it's bad, that I'm stressing the cable but I have been putting off getting it seen to.

Rogue decides she wants to vomit ALL OVER MY CLOTHES.  I put down the laptop on my flat-topped wooden chest beside my bed, albeit a tad toughly, because I'm racing to get the cat OUT OF THE ROOM before cat puke flies everywhere.

I'm angry.  The cord gets yanked a bit as I'm getting to my feet.

When I sit back down, the power cord now will not work.  Nothing I do can fix it.  There's an ominous clicking sound when I wiggle the cord.

FUCK.  First the heat sink is acting up, and now this.  THIS LAPTOP IS ONLY A YEAR OLD.  FUCK YOU, TOSHIBA.  FUCK YOU.   And I'm out of fucking warranty, because Dick Jerk-off Smiths lost the damned warranty form that I was WILLING TO FILL OUT AND PAY FOR, DAMN YOU.

I don't have the money or the mobility for this.  Back to sitting up for hours.  FUCK.