I write terrible porn.

I really do. I wanted to write porn, it's turning into a science fiction short story. The aliens who formed homosexual pairs except to have three-way orgies of conception were only supposed to be an excuse for hot, hot man/woman/man action. They weren't supposed to have /culture/. But now they do. And I'm interested in it. And the story is too damned talky to be porn, and too pornish to be good genre fiction.

Blast and damn.

God hates me.

Yes, yes he does.

So, I got the course evaluation database. Actually, it had been on the server for several days, but the manager didn't tell me. So I get it. I start converting it to a useable format. The server locks up. The server freezes. The server crashes. I reboot.

...blue screen of death. Oh, that's not good. Undetectable boot device. Oh, that's really not good. I call our tech support people. I hear, "Whoa". I am not reassured. Tech support arrives, he looks at blue screen of death and says, "Oh, fuck".

If you're getting the idea that these people are not comforting, you'd be right. Fussing and fighting with the machine later, they manage to get it to boot. Virus warnings immediately pop up on boot. Everyone, and I mean everyone, starts giving me the evil eye, asking if I've used the server for surfing, which I haven't. And if I've opened mail on the server, which again, I haven't. Poking around reveals that the virus is in the memory, and is playing merry hell with it. Further investigation reveals that it got in through one of the other computers, and just got dumped on the server. The virus is cleared, deleted, murdered.

...the machine still won't boot. Oh. One of the hard drives, in an independent but perfectly timed action, has decided to die the final death.

Fuck.