One of those days
Jul. 19th, 2006 10:16![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillI was hoping that last night -- when the last ten minutes of the conclusion of the two-part Doctor Who ep we were watching was corrupted, and it took an hour to just figure out how to copy an unrelated file between computers -- was a fluke.
Seems not.
I woke up after less than 6 hours to a room that was a billion degrees, realized that I was too ill (from detox and lack of sleep) to work, and called in sick. Then I took a shower to scrub the toxic crud off my skin. And was yelled at halfway through to stop, because the plumbing had gone haywire in a serious way.
I got the conditioner out of my hair, at least... but the septic tank has finally rebelled, after waiting a year plus for its ten-year pumping. So we've got to use it very lightly until the crew shows up this afternoon. I got to finish washing up (just getting the oils off my face, fortunately) with an alcohol wipe. At least I don't feel ill anymore.
The net connection seems to be back up after a glitch earlier, and I did get the software package I needed today (though only after finding that a usually reliable ftp server was bork). I only thought I needed it, though, because the file I was trying to replace wasn't corrupted -- the system just couldn't write to the general temp directory. Because it was inexplicably full, even after a reboot this morning.
Nuked the /tmp partition and it seems okay... but boy, I think this is one day where I should hunker down, read a book, and try not to embark on anything significant.
Seems not.
I woke up after less than 6 hours to a room that was a billion degrees, realized that I was too ill (from detox and lack of sleep) to work, and called in sick. Then I took a shower to scrub the toxic crud off my skin. And was yelled at halfway through to stop, because the plumbing had gone haywire in a serious way.
I got the conditioner out of my hair, at least... but the septic tank has finally rebelled, after waiting a year plus for its ten-year pumping. So we've got to use it very lightly until the crew shows up this afternoon. I got to finish washing up (just getting the oils off my face, fortunately) with an alcohol wipe. At least I don't feel ill anymore.
The net connection seems to be back up after a glitch earlier, and I did get the software package I needed today (though only after finding that a usually reliable ftp server was bork). I only thought I needed it, though, because the file I was trying to replace wasn't corrupted -- the system just couldn't write to the general temp directory. Because it was inexplicably full, even after a reboot this morning.
Nuked the /tmp partition and it seems okay... but boy, I think this is one day where I should hunker down, read a book, and try not to embark on anything significant.
