So I get up this morning with good intentions. I’m going to work like a fiend and get tons of stuff accomplished. It was like a sign from God….even Lydia was yanking on my hand telling me to go work (because she wanted to watch cartoons and when I’m not working I’m usually watching HGTV).
So I sat down, intentions all aglow. And then…..and then…..{spoosh}. Lydia knocked a full glass of soda over. Onto my keyboard. *sigh* All over my papers, bills, my brand new PHP5 book, and the floor. Usually I keep my soda beside my desk, not actually on it. Of course, that damn Murphy knows the minute I deviate from my SOP and took immediate steps to remedy my motivation.
Lydia goes to see her grandparents on the weekend, so shortly I will be going to buy a new keyboard. Which I’ve really needed to do for months now….my old one is so well loved that the letters were rubbing off (but who cares…I touch type). Fortunately, being the geek that I am, we had a spare keyboard lying around. But the riser thing on the bottom is broken on one side and that is NOT going to work for me.
Who knows, maybe I’ll end up getting an uber cool keyboard anyway and it will be fate in disguise trying to help me out. (Ok, that sounds like a like of self-rationalizing bullshit. But hey, sometimes rationalizing is all you have.)
