This surprised me, but only a little, because it's Windows. Stupid things like that happen all the time with Winblows. But then I smelled the burning plastic and realized that someone Up There wants to fuck with me. So now I have a possible burnt motherboard, burnt processor and if I'm lucky, a damaged hard drive with all of my stuff on it. And of course, Rose can't get her business cards now, because even if I could transplant the hard disk into her computer (it's a damn good thing I don't throw away computer components and can build second or third computers), I have no software to install to edit the cards, and I can't install it because I lent all of my software to a friend who is now out of the country. So she feels cursed, too. And that's a whole other story that I'll let her tell.

So I finally leave, and catch my usual bus. Everything is fine. I even have time to stop off and pick up a couple of my favourite cookies. When I finish with that, I immediately connect to the bus that takes me straight to work. Normally it takes me 30-35 minutes to get to work in the summer. But I found myself on an insane detour on a single lane one-way street with 75 cars lined up going nowhere. I was going to be late, and because of the discipline from earlier this week, I now have to call in and explain why I was going to be late. How late, I couldn't say. I finally got here half an hour ago. It took 90 minutes to get here. I just found out that my boss isn't going to be here until 10. I didn't have to leave her a voice mail. But then again, I probably did. She has spies everywhere, in particular, her most loyal henchwoman who I should do an entry on one of these days. That fucking slimy cunt. (Yes, I said it, and if you have a problem with that, you know where to go.)

Oh, by the way, last night I took out not a small amount of money to lend to someone, but due to circumstances, I ended up forgetting to actually give the money over. And the money is absolutely required today.

Silver lining: I couldn't find any burn marks on the MB when I checked, and I called Rose to check, and although she could still smell the plastic, she saw no burn marks, either. I spoke to our SA and he suggested that it may be just a blown power supply. I hope so. That happened to me on a weekend last year. I went away for the weekend and returned to find a burnt power supply. Turns out that such a power supply, or at least its cable, is a fire hazard when left plugged in. I'm lucky my apartment didn't burn down. At least Rose won't burn up if she decided to go back to sleep.

UPDATE: 12:36 PM: Rose has an interview tomorrow in her field! This is amazing news. I feel completely fine about this morning now.