RAR.

The daughter of one of my mom's friends offered me a scanner/printer/fax/copier all-in-one for $150, with a $50 rebate, because she could get that deal because she's in education. I said I wanted more information. Not only did I never get the information, she went ahead and ordered it anyway. This means I'm not only out money for something I didn't want in the first place, but that I might have to wait on the thing I actually needed for the damned computer. And if I tell her to take the contraption and shove it, I'll also have mom mad at me for being rude. >.<

And the kicker: I do have a vague need for a new scanner and printer, because mine are a world of suck. But it's not an urgent need, dammit. I don't print often anyway and fixing crap is what Corel is for. I'd rather have that DVD burner so I don't kill an entire 25 CD spindle trying to back my shit up.

ARGH. Need music or I'll rage all day.

*As Fuujin* RAGE.

Still fumed all day. About the order issue, and about fricking futurefic research. All I wanted to know is if there was anywhere specific military personnel had to live if they were stationed inside the US, or if they had to find their own places, and it took I don't recallhow long to find an answer. All this so I could figure out if Saffron and Cmdr. Sonic had their own places if I wrote about them off-duty at home. Why does the story idea have to center around a fictional military organiztion? Oh, right, vengeance/resentment/happy fun destruction.

Le sigh. Fanfic. Serious business. So says the girl who brings the crackfic.