Anyway, I finally worked through my issues and felt ready to get down to business, but a second problem arose: my laptop was taken over by evil demons. I refuse to reduce what it was going through to simple microchip maelstrom. It had major issues. The trackpad was making it's own path across the screen. Then, the computer wanted to go on its own sleep schedule.
Don't get me wrong. Writing this book has been a lot like the filming of Apocalypse Now. Like the Vietnam War, everyone (and everything) is made miserable by it. It's only natural that the computer would have a nervous breakdown as a result, but why now?
Okay, I'm really done now.
After my encounter with Officer Asshat, I stopped at CVS to pick up my prescription for Nasonex. I'm allergic to everything, and spring is especially problematic. Actually, all seasons have allergens that disagree with my sinuses, but I happened to be out of Nasonex and I've been snoring and wheezing all week. I thought I'd make up for my irresponsiblity in neglecting my inspection stickers by picking up milk while I was at the store. So, I walked up to the happy pharmacy dude, and he said, "What prescription?" So, I waited there for another half hour.
The only thing that went as planned was my pizza pick up.
At least the weekend can only get better.