First, let it be known that I feel like crap. When I touch things, my skin hurts. Not the way your skin hurts when you have a sunburn but the way it hurts when your skin is about to fall off because you are so sick.

The lungs: congested. The head: congested and painful. The overall state: systemic collapse. When I listen to Shakira, it feels like someone is pounding needles into my taut, swollen eardrums.

Actually the head has reached a point where I am no longer sure if it is caffeine withdrawal or the illness which is causing the pain. So I’m making coffee.

But you didn’t come here to read about how I’m sick and about to be sick and wired.

You came here to learn about:

How Much I Hate The HP PSC 1400 Series

I have one of these things because I was stupid and lazy and rushed. I was also harrassed. And I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it. It makes my life a living hell.

More on that later.