Turns

Greetings from the frozen wastes of the realm of the NoozeHound.

A land where warmth is noticeable by it's absence. Here be Dragons.

I am missing my Windows 7/Ubuntu dual-boot Workstation. I am missing my little XP Worskstation too. I'm a little closer to my server, but it sits, unoperational and forlorn.

All but the last, stored in a tiny, dark, powerless cupboard so I could not remote onto them should I even have wanted.

A combination of factors have culminated in a chill wind that now howls through my existence.

I can't recall if I told you about the guy I met at a party who had split with his wife and told me he was living in his friend's box room. We met  and it was as if the Grim Reaper himself or some Dickension spirit sought to provide a glimpse of my future. One that filled me with dread and despair.

Today, the sword of damacles fell, slicing my financial safety-net and decimating my earning potential. Health care and life asssurance be damned. A terrifying and impoverished future looms large and imposing.

My mood turned further down when I calculated the cost of housing and the savage cut in earnings I now faced would see me struggle to afford more than a shoe-box and whatever remained to pay EMNH for the NoozeHoundette child support heading my way.

Soon after I recalled an old friend. I contacted him and another string of the Rockstar falls into place.

Later that evening it emerged the EMH was having this affair for months.

My suspicions were correct.

I am destroyed once more.

Welcome to the disapointment