Moderately hellish, yes.

So it’s still over 80 degrees out there, a bit after midnight. I don’t even want to think about what temperature it is here in my room. I’m going to try to sleep again anyway, because I’m effing tired, dammit.

The last two days have not been fun. It started out Thursday morning when I went to make a new playlist on my Neuros (portable music player). I was prompted to upgrade the firmware, and since that’s normally a good idea I went ahead and did so.

This promptly rendered my device unusable. As of this writing I’m still going back and forth with Neuros’ support forums about how best to resolve this mess. (So far the instructions have only made things worse. Argh.)

And then there’s my workdays. I worked an eleven hour shift Thursday, leaving at 8pm. (But hey, I got two plates full of yummy Bamboo Grove food for my troubles.) I got home, puttered around a bit and finally fell asleep around midnight… and an hour later my phone went off. Turns out the guys working on the UPS managed to kill power to the entire facility briefly. So I got to trudge down to the office at 1:30 in the ay em on an hour’s sleep to resurrect all of the servers and other equipment. There were no major casualties this time, but we did have a serious problem with the Cybex KVM switching system that took until about noon to resolve.

I finally got out of work almost exactly twelve hours after arriving… only to walk headfirst into the hottest damned day of the summer so far. My bedroom’s a freakin’ sauna… but I had to sleep anyway. At least, I tried to. I’m pretty sure I got some sleep anyway.

I’ve spent the last few hours alternating between hanging out downstairs (watching Stargate and Scrapped Princess by turns) and coming upstairs to check the Neuros forums for new ideas to fix my dead device.

Now, though, I just need to lay down. I’m tired, dammit. And it’s damned hot in here…

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  1. DeAnn Avatar

    I hate heat more than anyone I know. And this is seriously killing me. I can’t wait until tomorrow. And also, winter.