she strikes again

I have decided that there is no better time to be highly productive than late at night, suffering from a self-induced, though most unwelcome, winter cold! 23:27 she awaits the hum of her heater to indicate that the audio files can no longer be heard and thus another opportunity to rant unto herself.
I have decided that today is Karmic payback for all those not so sick, days off I claimed earlier in the term...
whoopsy!
So here I sit, babbling into the wee hours, my fingers are moving much slower than they were 13 hours ago and my eyes feel pretty much crossed into the bridge of my nose.
The excitement for tonight: I learned to appreciate the wonderful design of my computer, programs or whatever ~james stop reading here~ after visiting what I had assumed to be a harmlessly distracting website...bored.com I believe DO NOT GO THERE! I was bombarded with popups, my two cd drives sprang open and a white screen proclaimed YOU HAVE BEEN INVADED. I paused.... .... .... .... and remember some of the tricks passed down to me from an 'oh so wise' computer guru, I cleaned out my internet history, removed the repugnant site from it's self appointed position as my new home page and proceeded with my typing (that's what I get for procrastinating-perhaps I should be sitting beneath my desk to complete this task for fear of having trojan horses trampling me on their way into my hard-drive...naw!) I digress. The computer-DIED, I did everything I have been taught to do, but there was no hope. But alas, what of the work I had been so devoted to through the course of the evening (which I could easily have redone during the amount of time I now spend writing this, however) I brutally turn the computer off, count to ten with my head in my hands and turn it back on...curious to see where the transcriptions had gone. Miraculously *whew* I had only lost about 79 seconds of text, you can imagine my relief, and now this homage to whoever invented a means of 'rescuing documents'
NOW,
It really wasn't dramatic at all and I kinda knew it would be there waiting for me BUT
it was way cooler to write about that than it will be to complete the last 8-9 minutes of audio files that I plan to finish before I go to sleep. In case you hadn't guessed, I don't think I am going to make it to Social Studies in the am. Me and my sleepy eyes and my stuffed nose are going to sleep in.