fightingthecage | Say it will be alright, and I will believe

My computer? Not fixed.

There's something wrong with the files somewhere and it won't let it restore Windows. The bloke in the shop was all cheerful and, 'Nothing to worry about! Just put in your disks and restore it with those.'

Uh, yeah, OK cheerful dude. Like I'd be here if I had the fucking disks?

I point this out, rather more politely.

'Well, you'll need to find them or you're looking at £200 for a new version of Windows. :D!'

...yeah. Right, thanks a lot for that, you Utter. Asshole. I've never had the damn disks, it's not like I'd lose them if I did. Wanker.

So. No disks. I spent two hours rooting throught the attic anyway, even though I know I don't have any. Just in case. You know what? I don't have any. So I try phoning my mother to see if she has one for her computer that I can borrow. She's not in. Naturally.

I am relegated back to the computer of Utter Crap. I just hope Housemate Jen doesn't object, or I'm looking at having no computer at all until I can afford a new one, which'll be around Christmas.

Community Service - boring. I tagged clothes for over five hours. Blah. Whatever. It's doable. And flexible, so I can get it over with pretty quickly and before I go back to college and all that.

Yay work tomorrow. Or something. Say, is it obvious I'm in a mood? *eyeroll*