Reset Forty-Nine, Day Sixteen

Something called Chatsonic has loaded itself onto my computer. It's some sort of AI chat thing related to Chrome. It keeps making little graphic things pop up on my screen, and nags me to sign up free, though search reveals that payment of some sort will likely be extracted one day. I wish it would leave me alone. It's like being pestered by people who want me to convert to their religion, when all I want to do is burn in Hell like normal people. Freaking Scientology has nothing on Google. Don't be evil my bleeding arse! How about don't be stupid?

If Google really wanted to be useful it would come up with a way of letting me know when my phone battery is about to die. I lost my Idernet connection a bit ago because I forgot to recharge. Now I have to wait until it gets juiced enough that I can reconnect before I can post this entry and go to bed. I'm very tired, too, and the only music I've got loaded right now is a Niall Horan song and The Ocean Blue's "Ballerina Out of Control." Pleasant enough, but not really bedtime songs.

Wednesday afternoon clouded up and for a while I thought we might get another rainstorm, but it stayed dry. It's still mostly cloudy this morning, but probably nothing will come of it. Not much comes of anything anymore.