Except I'm not. Something's set my knuckles off, and my hands are aching :( And, ridiculous as it may sound, that makes me reluctant to go and read the stuff I'll be writing in response to, because then I'll feel really bad about not writing.
Eh. *watches self* So how come I'm writing about not writing? *slow blink* Maybe I need meds - it was a long and tiring day yesterday, and I'm trying to manually crank my sleep cycle around so that I'm not nocturnal. So meds, yes. Weeeeeeeee.
In other news, I've just been going through the manuals for the printer I mentioned yesterday, the one I've been kind of given (except for insurance purposes, neeeeet) by Kate, pretty much for saying "please" and "thank you". You were right, mother, politeness wins. When I say "printer" I actually mean damn near phototypesetter quality PostScript 1200dpi full-bleed A3 16 meg RAM 40 meg hard disk Ethernet-ported ColorSpan UNITY 1200XL monochrome printer.
Say it, people -
Haven't got it up and running yet, because it's Hardware and thus really stgpcm's domain - I don't want to go around plugging alien hardware into the network and making things explode.
Meh. So I like printers. Don't care if you don't, I'm all excited. Sue me. Now meds, and then - soon, soon - writey goodness. Mmmm, spicy.