season of the bitch

Not a good couple of days. Yesterday was notable for (a) heatwaves hitting Cape Town, (b) me waking up with a stiff shoulder that bit me every time I turned my head, (c) PMT in spades, and (d), as the crowing glory, the sudden random wiggins of my computer monitor, leading inevitably to (e), internet withdrawal. I really do get seriously grumpy when I can't check e-mail or blogs. It's like someone randomly stuck me in a sensory deprivation chamber. I feel as though there's a whole universe out there, taunting me with its inaccessibility.

So, I've not really been a creature of sweetness and light lately. Champagne at Naga's birthday bash helped, though, as did fabric shopping. And I'm typing this on my own computer with the Evil Landlord's old monitor, which is fine except that the damned thing is a hulking leviathan that squats evilly on about two-thirds of my desk space, which is giving me acute claustrophobia. I really was very spoiled with the flat-screen. However, since the flatscreen is currently given to going black and evincing floaty box messages about incorrect settings every time I do anything graphics intensive, I guess I'm just going to have to deal with it.

Growl.