I mentioned needing attention,right?

Bit from Later On in Fallen Knight. In which I am Meen to KITT, because that's just how I am.

( I wrote it in mid-June but I'm reasonably sure I didn't post it. If I did, pretend I didn't and shower me with praise, yeah? )

And yes, there actually is a purpose to this other than KITT-related angst. Not that there's anything wrong with KITT-related angst, mind you.

OMG it is 1:30 in the morning and still too hot and humid to sleep. *cries* Also I still haven't found Lexington. :(

Oh Rommi, never leave me again! *clings*

I spent this morning getting my girl back up and running. She's so QUIET now! I mean, there's stuff on the screen, but I still keep looking down to make sure she's on because...silence! And she boots faster because while I was unplugging things, I disconnected the damn 3.5" floppy drive that hasn't worked in a year (and that I hadn't used in a year before that).

We are going to spend a while downloading the gigantic backlog of emails, and then I'm off to the store to buy her new speakers, to replace the ones the cats nommed.

I was so excited to get Rommi back, you'd think I'd remember that she's, well, back.

Instead of trying to plug my flash drive into the side of her keyboard and wondering why the USB port isn't there. *facepalm* Rommi's keyboard doesn't even LOOK like Dillon's.

Only one speaker works, but there is just no way in hell I'm going back out in this heat to return them. I'll buy a second set and keep these for emergency backup speaker.

Now, if I could just combine all these ficbits into a coherent whole

Everyone loves a car chase, right?

( It's kind of cheating, but Mike and Sarah had to get KITT 2k somehow. )

I really want to get this part finished and assembled before I hop back to Fallen Knight. It's just insisting on being all LONG and stuff.

Oh, Funneh Bunneh anecdote. This morning, I came out into the front rooms, and instead of a Snow in the cage in the livingroom, there was a Mewtwo. Apparently, Snow - doubtless still sulking that she must eat all the things - pushed open the door of her cage and went on a Quest for Noms last night. I found her in the spare room, chillin' with the cats. She followed me back when she heard the food bag crinkling and food being poured in her bowl. Silly rabbit.

Ah. That would explain it.

Bleeding from the girl bits. That puts a whole new light on the whole "feeling dreadful and slightly brainfogged" thing I have going on today.