Fiddled a bit today and got printing from my laptop. Yay!
But this place I live in... my own fault, really. Don't know what's worse, the static or the dirt. Can't seem to keep ahead o' either.
My skin's rotten, my teeth are bad, knees, feet, bladder and bowels and sinuses givin' me fits. Eyes and ears ain't so hot either. Never been particularly handy (unlike my Dad) and I bleed rather than bruise. The VA has me on a ton o' meds and my brain is mush. And, as you can probably tell from my posts, I'm severely OCD. Pile a good dose of PTSD on that and the magoo is a mess!
I'm the son of a redneck and I'm too damned old and stubborn to change my ways.
I'm turnin' nasty mean, any noise makes me jump and I'm likely to kill someone at the drop of a pin.
I know I need help and it's a' comin', but I'm about outta patience.
Still no activity on my big monitor and I can't get these machines linked.
My realtor is looking for someone to take my lease here and find me a place more countrified place after my con at the end o' the month.
I need to go renew some meds and make an appointment at the VA clinic.
Had to come back in and fix my post. Grrrr....