Today is Valentine’s Day! I wish you a marvelous outing of highly specific consumption of consumer goods.
I have stopped fighting and have begun accepting. I have my next full eye exam in three months, and it’s very likely I will be getting bifocals. The decline is significant.
Yesterday I read a list of every #1 Billboard Hot 100 hit of the 1980s. I remembered every single one except for “Coming Up” by Paul McCartney. After listening to it last night, I still don’t remember it. Maybe I killed that brain cell with whiskey.
I lost my temper in traffic yesterday morning. Hadn’t happened in some time. Not proud of it, but there it is. There’s a 30-minute window in the morning during which I don’t need to be on I-565. I need to remember that.
So I was a tad put out when my mysterious “Not Responding” phenomenon survived a clean install of Windows 8. I think rolling the BIOS version might have worked. I haven’t seen the problem in nearly three hours, nor have I seen the event that is the top suspect in Event Viewer. (Update: No, the BIOS update didn’t solve it, but I’ve definitely tied it to storahci events, making me confident I’m close.)
I’m now convinced that one of the core values of my friendship with Saintseester is our mutual detestation of talking on the telephone. I’ve known her seven years, and we’ve been beyond acquaintanceship for five. I bet we haven’t talked on the phone to each other ten minutes total. Love, lady.
I gave up red meat for Lent, though I did go out in a blaze. I had Texas chili for lunch on Tuesday, and steak fajitas for dinner. Now, hammer down on 46 days of poultry and seafood.