Ever have one of those weeks, where you'd probably be better off locking yourself in a room with a case of beer and a stack of nachos, and not leaving until the week is over?
Monday I go to the dentist (back of my jaw hurts)..and lo and behold, my wisdom teeth are all severely impacted. Needs surgery, ASAP. Joy.
Tuesday, the transmission in my Durango R/T decides it really dosen't feel like working in the prescribed manner, and oh..first gear is a pipedream. It will only start out in 2nd or higher gears. Bring it to the garage, find out that A) apparently, Dodge dosen't like making spare parts for R/T's, B) there's a massive backorder/waiting list for the parts the mechanic thinks I might need, and C) Oh, by the way - the cars computer thought I was doing 120 at WOT, with the brakes fully applied. ABS, the Oxygen sensor, and every other little electronic doohickey was going apesh*t. Replacing the sensors didn't fix the problem, so it's gotta be a transmission problem. (This all came about from driving through a foot-high or so puddle. Do not do this in a Durango, FYI.)
Wednesday (I'm trapped at my parents which happen to live near my garage...the stupid dealership dosen't have a loaner to give me), a miracle happens. The local distributer just happened to have the magical backordered part. So, I spend all day sitting around doing nothing, waiting for the mechanic to drop the tranny and fix it....it finally gets fixed, and I wing back to my apartment around 10pm.
Today, I wake up, and find out a computer I have colocated at a local ISP isn't working right. All my mail, domain hosting, shells, etc are all done from this machine, and I have approaching 100 users now. I call the guy who runs the little mom-and-pop isp...
"The building caught on fire. We don't know what's up with everything yet..."
*sigh* And it's only Thursday. What next?
(Yah, so...I'm whining and playing drama queen. I'll admit it.) [BD]