Idjit or Genius, Who Knows?

Some kind of idjit

I have worked for the last 3 damn hours on a sig, and the damn thing won't save right, it won't format, and it won't go anywhere. I normally think of myself as a pretty bright person, but not when it comes to computers. I now have a sig which I can see only at home, but without formatting, and sometimes the computer tells me there's no such file at all.

I'm moving to Ann Arbor, but not until I sell this house. I can't call this house sold until the buyers sell their current house. They can't sell their house until our mutual moronic agent starts showing it. He can't show it because he's too busy doing who-the-hell-knows what else. I can't make plans of any kind because I'm selling the house. Can't join a class, can't have people over, can't cook, gotta empty the cat box every half hour, vacuum and mop daily, and now the computer, in the one room I'm still using, is giving me fits. You would not find my picture on the "Happy Camper" board right now.

If one more person tells me to cheer up because things could be worse, I'll SHOW THEM WORSE! I know it's not famine or pestilence, but it still sucks to be me right now.