Always fucking something...

The spectre that's been hanging over my head for the last two weeks (that of whether or not I can pay my rent for the next two weeks) has no been excorcised, thanks entirely to my wonderfully understanding parents. My final masters seminar is more or less ready, thanks to my day on the couch in my jammies with a laptop, my wonderful brother the storyboard artist and Duncan and Louise for recording some dialogue for me. My masters itself is going pretty well, thanks largely to the last two weeks I've spent in the National Library (see previous worries about bill payment).

And now the screen on my iPaq has fucked out. I played a bit of solitaire on it this morning, it was fine. After playing this solitaire I put my iPaq back in my room and left it there. This evening I pulled it out to play some music on my drive to my folks for dinner and the screen was fucked. Part of it looks like impact damage (not that I've dropped it or sat on it) and part of it looks like (according to Ratti) a loose connection. Of course, it's still totally under warranty, so it shouldn't cost me a cent to fix, but it's still something to weigh on my mind and piss me off.

There's always fuckin' something!

*grumble*