Saturday morning in ten easy steps.
Step one: wake up. This happens pretty reliably. When it stops happening, I will be dead, and that will simplify matters immensely.
Step two: decide to scan some pending artwork. Start Photoshop, move laptop into living room, and connect laptop to scanner.
Step three: discover that Photoshop has been taken over by the forces of darkness, and not only will not talk to the scanner, but now will not allow itself to be closed. It is mocking me. Attempt to Control+Alt+Delete the goddamn thing, thus asserting my dominance over the technological. Fail. Fail, in fact, to make the computer do anything of any actual use. Swear. A lot.
Step four: seek alpha geek help. Discover that Chris is still asleep.
Step five: return to bed to sulk. Promptly get completely covered in Siamese cats. My cats are not small. The two of them can do a substantial amount of covering when they decide to. Especially Lilly, who sees nothing wrong with getting under the blankets and making damn sure I make no attempts to free myself from her claw-filled grasp.
Step six: read an entire Mary Monica Pulver novel, because it's easier than annoying the cats.
Step seven: finish book, and discover that recent attempts to clean the room have resulted in there being nothing else that can be read within arm's reach, unless you count the ingredients in a bottle of lotion. Swear some more.
Step eight: annoy the cats and get out of bed.
Step nine: update Livejournal.
Step ten (forthcoming): go put pennies up Chris's nose until he wakes up and fixes my damn computer.
Step two: decide to scan some pending artwork. Start Photoshop, move laptop into living room, and connect laptop to scanner.
Step three: discover that Photoshop has been taken over by the forces of darkness, and not only will not talk to the scanner, but now will not allow itself to be closed. It is mocking me. Attempt to Control+Alt+Delete the goddamn thing, thus asserting my dominance over the technological. Fail. Fail, in fact, to make the computer do anything of any actual use. Swear. A lot.
Step four: seek alpha geek help. Discover that Chris is still asleep.
Step five: return to bed to sulk. Promptly get completely covered in Siamese cats. My cats are not small. The two of them can do a substantial amount of covering when they decide to. Especially Lilly, who sees nothing wrong with getting under the blankets and making damn sure I make no attempts to free myself from her claw-filled grasp.
Step six: read an entire Mary Monica Pulver novel, because it's easier than annoying the cats.
Step seven: finish book, and discover that recent attempts to clean the room have resulted in there being nothing else that can be read within arm's reach, unless you count the ingredients in a bottle of lotion. Swear some more.
Step eight: annoy the cats and get out of bed.
Step nine: update Livejournal.
Step ten (forthcoming): go put pennies up Chris's nose until he wakes up and fixes my damn computer.