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So fucking smug, so fucking stupid
Dec. 6th, 2004 05:00 pmI don't believe I did this. Several weeks ago I renewed my domain. Or so I thought. But no, no, I didn't fucking renew it. No. What I *actually* did was to renew the sodding domain I don't use and didn't give a shit about.
La la la I went for the last few weeks as the "Domain about to expire" notices came in, assuming that they were for the other fucking domain.
But no.
They were for my domain.
So I've had to fucking renew that today. What a waste of money.
As you can tell I'm really a bit frustrated at myself for being such a fucking moron.
I know I'm really really annoyed at myself, and I know it's because I'm (a) tired, (b) still have 1500 words of essay to do, (c) We've had notice served on our house. I know we wanted to move, but there's a difference between that and having to move. That and it's only 3 months until we leave, so I suspect there will be no fix to our hot water. Nor will the garage become usable at any point.
I'm tired, and I'm fed up, and the supermarket didn't have any of the veggie sausages I like, they only had the crap, 'orrible quorn ones. Nor did they have the fish I normally get. And I spent to much. See, I'm tired and cranky and now I need to go and be tired and cranky in front of my fucking laptop so I can write my fucking essay for Thursday. I am *so* not in the mood for my life at the moment.
La la la I went for the last few weeks as the "Domain about to expire" notices came in, assuming that they were for the other fucking domain.
But no.
They were for my domain.
So I've had to fucking renew that today. What a waste of money.
As you can tell I'm really a bit frustrated at myself for being such a fucking moron.
I know I'm really really annoyed at myself, and I know it's because I'm (a) tired, (b) still have 1500 words of essay to do, (c) We've had notice served on our house. I know we wanted to move, but there's a difference between that and having to move. That and it's only 3 months until we leave, so I suspect there will be no fix to our hot water. Nor will the garage become usable at any point.
I'm tired, and I'm fed up, and the supermarket didn't have any of the veggie sausages I like, they only had the crap, 'orrible quorn ones. Nor did they have the fish I normally get. And I spent to much. See, I'm tired and cranky and now I need to go and be tired and cranky in front of my fucking laptop so I can write my fucking essay for Thursday. I am *so* not in the mood for my life at the moment.
