I've managed to maintain some semblance of my sanity through my sneaky little forays onto the net while "working".
Some.
The fact is that the upcoming weekend, while wondrous with all the free time, has me rather frightened that I will look like Leonardo DiCaprio did in The Basketball Diaries by Sunday night. And I just don't want the equivalent of the boy on boy BJs in the public bathroom for money thing because I can't turn on my computer.
I've toyed with the idea of making a mad dash to Neighboring Town for some help this evening and it is a tempting thought.... The idea that I could be checking email again with ease and uploading the two hundred pictures I have on my camera right now has my eyes rolling back into their sockets.
Right now, my tower is strapped in the back seat with a seat belt waiting my decision on it's fate.
Now let me lay out for you what I would have to do this afternoon if I DIDN'T take my computer to the Computer Dude.
1. Leave work.
2. Drive to town where Fantasy Disco Ford is and buy groceries.
3. Go home.
4. Meet The Consultant for many beers.
This is about 40 miles worth of driving total.

Now, if I go to Computer Dude's pad, it will be more like this:
1. Leave work.
2. Drive to town where Fantasy Disco Ford is and buy groceries.
3. Back tack twenty miles.
4. Drive to Computer Dudes pad.
5. Go home.
6. Meet The Consultant for many beers.
This is about a hundred miles total.

This wouldn't even be an issue except for that I have like 1/4 tank of gas and I have no money and my debit card expired yesterday. So, I am in Super Stealth Check Writing Mode. Which is cool if I go shop and THEN take the pc over to Computer Dude... but that involves like 20 miles of back tracking just so I can buy gas before I go. And I LOATHE and ABHOR backtracking in a time where gas is three bucks a gallon. I could, of course, wait and do this on Sunday since it is the same amount of driving either way but OMFG. SUNDAY? That is far away.
Plus I have Friday Brain.
And Friday Brain doesn't want to cruise around for a hundred miles even though Saturday Brain will want to check my FUCKING EMAIL.
I'm at a cross roads...
In hell.
But I am staring a lovely three day weekend right in the face. One that starts with beer and pool and then trickles over into BBQing with The Cake Lady and Jimmy. So, if you don't see me online this weekend, it's because my Friday Brain beat the ever loving crap out of my Saturday Brain.