Ah, computers. They never fail to freak me the F&*! out when something goes wrong.

So, at work today, my screen randomly freezes after "automatic updates" and re-starting. I try starting up again in safe mode, but still, Frozen Screen of Doom. I try again with safe mode, resolving to pick off the little F8 button and soak it in a beaker of hydrochloric acid if nothing else happens . Then, the screen reveals that I have a "keyboard failure". Instead of putting in a request for a new keyboard and having the tech guy come all the way out to check on my computer-related ineptitude, I take the computer's word for it. Okay, fine, maybe I somehow made the keyboard implode. Conveniently, a coworker quit a month ago. A replacement has yet to be hired, so her computer is sitting all by itself, not being used. Same with her keyboard

I switched out the keyboard and plugged in hers and it worked! Yay! But here is where my real problem starts. My ex-coworker was great, bless her, but her keyboard was positively filthy. Apparently, she liked to put on makeup at work. Specifically, foundation and powder. She rarely washed her hands after this, so all the keys had this flesh colored greasy/filmy stuff all over. Ew. When I type the last thing I wanna feel under my fingers is your Clinique Matte Foundation in Ivory. Also, she liked to eat at her desk a lot. So, when I shook out the keyboard I literally had a small pile's worth of various crumbs. Double Ew. And I still haven't gotten most of it out. They seem to be stuck in there. I took some Lysol and sprayed it on a paper towel to get most of the icky-ness off of the keys but there's still various bits of food and foil (?!) that I can see lurking and mocking me . So, yeah, I'm gonna put in a request to get another keyboard... because I'm leaving this August and I don't want the new hire to think that I left behind a snack bar and the makeup counter at Bloomingdale's.

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Another work tale from today (geez, it sure was eventful. At least as eventful as a day at the lab/office can be). I got in early, start working then I start to feel awful. I got tired, nauseated, dizzy, weak, and my head hurt like hell. I had to sit at my desk with my head down for 45 minutes. A coworker told me to go get something to eat (we work less than 5 minutes away from Starbucks thank goodness). I couldn't even will myself to get up at first. Finally, I sucked it up and just went for a Starbucks run. The thought of coffee, for some reason, actually made me feel even more gross so I got a green tea latte and a plain bagel.

Once I was at my desk, and I took a couple sips of the latte (not impressed, btw) and ate some of my bagel, I felt a whoooollle lot better. Turns out my stomach was just trying to tell me I was hungry. The thing is I wasn't even hungry! But my stomach was, I guess. Anyone else get that? The feeling that you don't wanna eat/you're not hungry but your tummy is telling your brain something completely different? Grr. Also turns out that I took my BCP waay late yesterday and hadn't eaten anything for about 13 hours. Those two combined probably was probably what made me feel like crap. Silly me. So tonight, I had dinner and am going to go to bed early. I can't watch Project Runway otherwise I'll never get to sleep (too much left over adrenaline from the show, lol).Ah, well. I'll just catch it on one the bajillion occasions Bravo reruns it. Based on yesterday's show I'm rooting for Katherine/Kathleen/Snowboarder girl or whatever her name is. for Tim Gunn!