Fucking Windows 8 I swear I am going to throw this computer out of the goddamn window
I had to do a refresh on the system over the weekend because it decided to corrupt and not be able to boot. Fair enough, had that happen before.
Halfway through restoring all of my programs, it tells me it needs to restart because it’s trying to upgrade to 8.1. I figure I may as well let it install, then I can continue restoring things.
Except that’s not how it works anymore, is it.
8.1 overwrote the old Windows file where all of my stuff was, making it impossible to restore anything that was left in there. Helpfully, it didn’t warn me this would happen during installation.
I tend to leave the newest versions of my embroidery patterns in the program file where it can find them, so now I am missing some designs and some I’m down a version or two.
The features of 8.1 trying to patch it to older versions really annoy me more than help, as well, so it looks like I get to do another v8 refresh with the OS disc in the next few days. =__=
Why is it whenever I try to order anything it will fuck up somewhere? I got a call from my bank to confirm I was sending money but the order on the website disappeared into nothingness and my account isn’t showing a hold but I don’t want to resend the payment just for it to be taken twice uggghh better try and phone the bank which usually gets me nowhere because Santander are absolutely dire.
goddamn dolls (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
where the FUCK did I put that glorious blue fabric, once this goddamn outfit is finished I need it to make a doll thing
see also: where the fuck is the black for doll pants Icarus only has trousers with red on and that’s gon’ clash.
Accept the fact that your sewing machine hates you. You’re not friends. You were never friends.
sewing machines are cold, unfeeling monsters incapable of things like ‘friendship’ or ‘love’. They exist to bring sorrow.
how much your sewing machine hates you pales in comparison to how much your overlocker hates you
those things are bastards
Overlockers exist purely to eat a hole in the thing you are nearly finished, in the most obvious and difficult place to fix.
My embroidery machine agrees with it’s philosophy and will turn a perfect, nearly-complete patch into a black hole of despair if I look away for more than a second.
Whines of the day:
1) I need a goddamn fabric cutting table! Cutting out stuff on the floor is killing my back D¦
2) Fuck customs, I don’t want to pay another £25 on my order of things I cannot buy in this countryyy
3) I should be unpacking and putting shit away but I’m so tired I just wanna sleep
4) Tales of Symphonia arrived, I am not allowed to just play that all day either.
5) My fingers are like fucking sandpaper D¦
On the plus side, I’m back to sewing again, and I have a selection of doll heads alongside my faceup equipment/remover. ;D May as well use the remover when my fingers are already wrecked…
-MUFFLED SOUND OF WIG FUCKERY IN THE DISTANCE-