I don't know enough about X11 to know why OpenOffice on Mac OS X doesn't allow me to cut and paste from other apps. I'm sure there's something incredibly simple I have to do to be able to do that- I just don't have the time this weekend to sort it out.
It is indicative of the way this week has been going, so I can't feel altogether surprised that its not working too smoothly. C'est la vie, mais quelle horreur. Off to the Apple Store tomorrow, (wait, today, it's after midnight), to get myself a copy of AppleWorks.
I've kept OpenOffice installed, though, so I can mess about with it when I have more leisure time available. (By the way, thanks for the recommendation/link, Jonathan). I have to write two papers (with research and whatnot), attend a party, and somehow entertain friends (that my husband invited over) tomorrow evening, despite the drifts of paper covering every available surface in the house. I thought we had a rug in the living room, but I can't really be sure right now...
Oh, and I have to decide what to send for Squaw Valley, and read a friend's comments on
one of the potential submissions. Once I actually get the stories to a place where I feel happy, I'm sure I'll send them out and find a slew of things I detest about them. Sa toujours quelque chose.
I could be writing right now, actually, therefore I think it is officially time to finish this entry. It seems to have devolved into a to-do list, for which I apologize. How very type A of me.
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