fubar with postwar miracles

Thing one - knocked a bottle of olive oil off the top of the fridge and onto the kitchen floor this morning whilst trying to get my ass out of the house in something close to a timely manner. Used a vinegar cleaner to mop it up. Kitchen now smells like salad dressing.

Thing two - We have CS5 at work. Illustrator decided about halfway through the day that the file I'd been working on most of last week and part of this morning was no longer to it's liking. I tried restarting Illustrator, closing down every other running program, restarting the computer - no thank you, says Illustrator. I refuse to recognize all this lovely RAM you have available for me to use and will instead taunt you with this error message that you don't have enough RAM. Because I am Illustrator, and I will not be ordered about by the likes of you. I reject your RAM and fail to substitute my own.

So now I have downloaded a trial copy of Illustrator CC on my home machine, and am attempting to open the naughty file just long enough to delete a couple of unneeded layers and re-save it as a CS5 document. Also going to attempt to get a halfway decent jpeg or PDF so's I can have a draft, at least, to show the client at the end of the week. If the thing still won't open on the work machine tomorrow, I may have to break it down smaller files which can be tiled when it comes time to print. Damn you, Illustrator.

Thing three - Tomorrow morning I have to go by the boy's new high school and pick up registration paperwork. I thought I'd registered him online, but apparently that was more of an aspirational thing than I'd realized...? I honestly don't know. All I know is I'm supposed to go pick up a stack of paper which will somehow be applicable to the process. Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

I'm too sober for all this.