Odds are good that it will never function again after tonight, and I'll be forced to migrate to another computer— though I'll probably have to leave some stuff behind. My backups are nowhere near up-to-date (the tediousness of maintenance is one of the most baneful banes of my existence.)
In fact I'm not sure I can get a browser to work long enough for me to get online again, which is why I am writing this entry in the Semagic LJ client, for the lightness and reliability of which I am eternally grateful (thanks, Sema.)
Anyway, the day has been utterly exhausting, and the prospect of migrating to another computer being fraught with the potential for even greater exhaustion, I'm ready to do some crashing myself. It's cold in here, colder outside, and the pasta (which was all I had time to boil for dinner) is making me feel like I've been stuffed with some portion of the lead from my feet and my arse.
Now I'm going to go join Portia on the couch. She's been napping all evening, and will probably demand attention as soon as I get there. If she knows what's good for her she'll just purr and go back to sleep after a minute or two of being petted. Whether she does or not, I expect to conk out almost immediately. I hope I don't wake up at four o'clock in the morning with the "OMG Donald Trump is going to be President" sweats again.