The Edge

Spent two or three hours last night learning how to use Dropbox and Manuscript for Ipad, and, more importantly, trying to get the two of them to work together. It was two or three hours of utter and complete FAIL. And absolutely frustrating as all hell, too. Dropbox seems great, so far. I don't have a lot of experience with it yet, but it seems to work well and be fairly easy to use.

Manuscript ... is another story. I had such high hopes for that application. I would love to use my iPad for writing, as I could be out and about and not have to lug my laptop with me. It would make life so much easier. Bottom line seems to be that Manuscript just can't do the things I want/need it to do. The way that program works doesn't fit the way I write at all. Which is fine; nothing is perfect. I just wish I had been able to come to this conclusion without wasting so much of my time on it. The website for the app is beyond useless. All it provides is a series of screenshots, which you can't even click on to enlarge (fail) and a "support" link. The "support" link takes you to a forum where lots of people are complaining about the app and the "support" people are defending themselves and the app. There was very little useful information on there, and what little bit there was took a lot of digging to find. I hate that. So, basically, I was stuck with a whole trial and error thing. You know: "So, what happens if I do this? No ... ?? OK, how about this, instead?" Yeah -- very frustrating and annoying.

After my lovely journey through Manuscript and Dropbox hell, I spent another hour picking up the kiddo's playroom so that we could unfold the futon. Most of the child debris was Littlest Pet Shop-related. I swear, every time I turned around ... every time I thought I had, finally, managed to pick everything up ... there was another pet or another little accessory that needed to be put away.

And so, last night, I dreamed ...

*wait for it*

That I was trying to put all these Littlest Pet Shop pets into Dropbox. But they all kept jumping out and laughing at me.

>.O

Geez. -.-"

In other news, my mother arrives today for a long-ish visit. I was trying to do a bit of house cleaning, but my vacuum started smelling like burning rubber before I finished the carpet on the first floor. So, I kind of gave up. I hate my vacuum. I really need a new one. I still have two bathrooms to clean. *sigh*

Last night, I dreamed we were all going somewhere in the car. Me, my hubby, my parents, and, for some reason, one pair of my aunts and uncles. And Tex. I have no idea where we were going. Basically, we were just driving and driving and driving ... maybe with no real destination in mind? Or maybe I just didn't want to get there, because I knew, in the back of my mind, Tex would be gone when we arrived. I knew he wasn't really there, you know? Even though he felt so real. He sounded so real, with all the silly, huffing-talking noises he used to make. And he seemed so real, too. We were in this huge car -- maybe like a Surburban or something -- that had an extra row of seats in it. And he kept climbing over the seat from the last row to the middle row. He used to do that all the time when we drove places. Tex was a real car dog. He loved going anywhere and everywhere in the car. Everyone in the car kept telling me he was real. They even took pictures of him and everything, just to prove it. But I knew. I just knew he wasn't real. I hugged him and buried my face in his soft fur, just hoping I could be wrong. Just wanting everyone around me to be right. Just savoring this one moment and wanting it to last forever. Like, maybe I could hold my breath and not move and not think and, then, nothing would change.

But I woke up this morning, and, of course, he wasn't real. I knew it all along, but, still ...

I feel a bit hollow and cold. And terribly sad.

I hate that.

Ugh ... I had the weirdest dream last night. I had a pet goat ... don't ask, 'cuz I don't know why in the world I'd have a pet goat ... and it ran around my house, eating everything in sight! I mean, everything -- my computer, my desk, all my cels, even my cat! o.O When I told it to "Stop that right now!" (using my best "Mommy Voice"), it turned around and bleated at me, and it had this HUGE tongue. I mean, freakishly huge. Thankfully, I woke up at that point. *shiver*

And, then, today, I'm working on getting a migraine. It started out as the sinus headache from heck today -- thank you, wind shift + spring pollens *grumble*! Now, it has shifted around to a "regular" headache, and I can just feel it heading down that slippery slope toward headache hell. *sigh*

Even so, I think I'm going to work on the Balinese fic today. Yotan started grumbling at me again this morning ... or maybe it's just the headache? Either way ... when inspiration seems to strike, I've gotta follow.

*is off to the races* ... *well, not the races, but the keyboard, which, really, doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it?*