Last night I barely slept, and finally gave up and decided to try and fix Mom's G3 Mac. Said mac was totally toast and required a full reinstall of MacOS 9, which is fun to do especially at 3 am. After this, I went to clean up the kitchen at about 5 and that's when the top rack popped out of the dishwasher. My dishwasher is Lemarchand's Box and I spent the next 3 hours, and then two more two-hour chunks of today trying to fix it. I eventually gave up. I am going to pay someone money to come deal with this.
So you can sum up the last 24 hours for me as: soaked in sweat, stinky, swearing, and fighting with defective technology. I didn't go to work. I didn't eat much of anything.
If I lived in someplace like Florida I would be a non-stop 24/7 serial killer.