Was this worth 10 hours?

I spent most of today wading through the Corel Painter 9 Manual (400 + pages) in --- oh how I hate it-- pdf (damn damn I don't know which I get angrier with, Adobe or Corel) on Fuzz's laptop while manipulating a photo with the program on my pen tablet Acer. Pen tablets are great, compared to drawing on them, using a mouse is like trying to oil paint with a brick. I don't have a desk I like, and besides most flat surfaces in our hovel and studio have several inches of paper and absolute crap on them, so I had to spread out the computers on first, the bed --- love that, feel like Hef working in bed, it doesn't feel so much like work --- and then once Fuzz got home from work, and wanted to nap, how dare him, on my workspace, I had to get dressed in something besides sweatshirt and 'jama pants and park on the couch and ottoman. Now my butt hurts and I still don't know what 3/4 of the menu does. I wonder if I'm getting too dumb and old for this stuff, but I know that Harvey Pekar (little ray of sunshine that he is, oy) has the same problem, so keep going...


Then I come up with some wierd shit like this and ok, this program is kewl... I can wade through another 50 pages of this tomorrow...oh wait, I think I have something else resembling a life outside the house tomorrow, and besides, there is the problem of my butt...