No Worries

Life is better. Home life isn't, but life in general is ok. My parents took us kids out to eat at a Mexican restaurant, then to a movie - Night at the Museum. I enjoyed the food, I enjoyed the movie, but overall, I didn't have a good time. Probably because the last time I went to a movie or dinner, the company I was with was perfect and exactly what I wanted, and I wasn't on eggshells waiting for some arbitrary thing to spark a full-fledged fight. But no good will come of talking about that here, so I won't. After that, we went home, and I jumped back onto our home computer. My younger brother, complete genius that he isn't, decided that he was competent enough to do a system restore on our computer, in the hopes that that would speed up the computer. Fine. But he did a system recovery, and wiped out everything except data files that had been loaded on our computer ever since we brought it home from the store years ago. Not only that, it's running ten times slower now. So I spent the weekend installing necessary programs (like Adobe and spybot) and trying to get the computer to run faster. Its complete reboot time, from the moment we turned it on, to the second it was functional enough to use a program, took at least five minutes, if not more. I uninstalled useless programs, I turned off things that didn't need to start up when the computer started up, I ran disk defragmenter, I ran an error check, and I tried to run disk cleanup, but that ran for twelve hours and got no more than 2%, even at 100CPU's. I don't know what else to do, because none of what I did made any difference. But I'm not going to worry about that now. I'm not going to worry about anything now, because all I've done this weekend is worry and I'm sick to death of it. I'm going to eat my chex mix and grapefruit, and enjoy looking at the flowers I bought myself. Yes, I bought them for myself because I wanted them, so sue me. Later.