September 08, 2004~~5:54 p.m.
No mojo...

Ugh. My printer is pissing me off. Majorly. I've done everything I know how to do AND tried the troubleshooting advise provided by the oh-so-helpful "Printer Assistant". I am just about ready to throw the damn thing through the window.

The husband is no help at all. He is about as useful in this situation as he'd be if I sent him upstairs to find mascara. Which, let me tell you, really sucks.

I mean, really, if I was going to marry a dork anyway, why couldn't I have married a computer dork instead of a finance dork? While he must have some marketable talents, given his employment status, they are of no use to me.

And while it *is* nice that he knows stuff when it comes time to re-fi and stuff like that, I just don't think that, big picture, it is as useful to me as a knowledge of hardware would be.

And while I suppose there *are*, in fact, things I *do* like about him an awful lot, at the moment, I really don't give a rat's ass about them because all I want right now, in the whole entire world (other than the obvious things like world peace), is to be able to print this one, tiny, little document.

~Alice