It's been a very, very odd week. My artist is among the missing; she's killed all aether transmissions, and I'm no longer a Muse. I lost the gig live modeling. I thought I lost the gig dancing, but...apparently not, and my biggest complaint about working there--okay, the particles? Also bad, but namely, the fact that one business needs six groups to maintain it, and I have to be in five of them, apparently, just to dance--may be ending soon, when the owner reconstructs the groups he actually needs.
Building last night: impossible. Changing clothes: impossible. Moving, on occasion: IMPOSSIBLE. Limbo is starting to look attractive, people--how is this a good thing?!?
It's beyond frustrating--I'm in process of building a temple, and if I can't even put two prims together and expect them to behave, there's no future in the grid. How deeply did the Lindens manage to break it this time? And when's the next time they're going to not-fix-it further??