I Think I've Become Magnetic

Everything I touch lately breaks. My computer is still dead, though I finally sent it off to Sony last week to see if they can resurrect it. Watch me get back some lame zombie-like computer, tryung to eat my brains when I'm not paying attention. My car...I fixed the tire and got the hood latch replaced so my hood actually closes now, which is good safety-wise. But the A/C is way broken, they want over a thousand dollars to fix it, plus I still don't really have a rear suspension system. And to add insult to injury, my iPod broke and I've had to send it off to Apple. I think my mere touch must be rearranging circuits.

We still haven't gotten the R01 in. So more lab, forever and ever world without end. I hid in the microscope all morning because I couldn't stand the thought of talking to my labmates. Not a good sign when you think about it.

A boy from my hometown a bit younger than my sister immolated himself. My father told me about that part but was all caught up in the fire aspects of it. My mom mentioned that he'd committed suicide but didn't know how. I'd been assuming that he lived and was just going to have a nightmarish recovery since dad neglected to tell me the "and he's dead" part of the story. I've always thought that being burned would be the worst way to die. The boy's family used to own the local department store, it is a Big Lots now. Which sucks, since I used to play at the makeup counter when I was a kid and my mom went to buy boring adult clothes. I'm not sure there are any locally-owned stores left at home. Not big ones, anyway. Wal-Mart or nothing.