For the past 2 days, I have been locked in battle with all objects responsible for printing. They are the bane of my existence and rapidly driving me to drink. If a dinky ink-jet won't print an envelope without first jamming, then throwing a lights-n-sound hissy, how could I expect the big machine to do it? I have been trying to talk pretty at it, hand-feeding it envelopes. I am willing to accept misbehaving computers, because much more is asked of them than freakin' printers. And when I try to print something on letter-size, I suddenly get 25 copies. I hate wasting paper because technology is getting fussy. It's probably the humidity, which is so thick, it feels like swimming to work.
At least there is DDR and red wine at home.
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