Stories from an ordinary life

Whatta day

Damn my computer can be so frustrating. Last night a piece that connects it to the internet crapped out. It was like an old pair of headphones, I had to jiggle the wire just right to get any service. Well, of course I couldn't deal with that kind of frustration, so today I ran out and got a card adapter, which cost me $50!!!! Luckily it has a $20 rebate deal, but still. Then my computer didn't want to accept the damn thing, but I made it. Unfortunately, now my virus protection won't work. Anyone got any suggestions? The last thing I need is for this crappy computer to be finally taken down by the PC version of HIV. I can't afford another one!

Despite it being past 12:30 a.m. and like 60 degrees, I had to let the cats out on the porch before I lost my mind, so now my apartment is cold! Jazzie told me if she didn't get outside she was going to keep crying until I pulled my hair out -- at least I imagine that's what her long whines meant. And then she went and pulled the blinds apart at the door and stuck her head through, so being the pushover that I am, I gave in and let her and Champ out. Now I can't go to bed for at least another 20 minutes, the time it usually takes for them to get their fill of watching the parking lot.

Anyhow, it was kind of a long day, what with worrying that I'll have to buy a new computer soon and my trips to Target and Home Depot. I'll finally be able to fix my toilet though. Apparently they don't sell just the lid, you have to buy the whole seat -- what a waste! I figure the management people won't notice it's different when I move out. I mean really, how often do you really look at the toilet seat? I also have to make sure I go back to Target before the end of the month. I have a coupon for 15 free prints when you order them online with digital photos. Well with my broken internet access this morning I couldn't order them damn it! P.S., Target had some pretty good adult costumes. You could be a Ghostbuster for Halloween!

Speaking of Halloween, I still haven't figured out what I want to be. I guess it depends on what I end up deciding to do. Halloween is a big holiday for my family, not celebrating it is not an option. Since I have Mon. and Tues. off, I could go home and help out the family. Last year they lacked the motivation to go all-out with the decorations, so I helped out a bunch. But this year my mom has brought many of the ghosts and gouls out of the attic already. That's option 1. There's also a party one of the guy's at work throws. Everyone says his parties are cool, but they were a lot better before our station was downsized. So that's option 2. Or, I could be completely uncool and head to Chapel Hill for the big street party, option 3. Scarowinds could also be neat on Halloween night, but lacks in the drinking category, option 4. I guess option 5 is the unknown. So, wide range of costumes there. What I'd really like to be -- go figure -- is Sydney Bristow, CIA agent extrordinaire. I sure hope she's not what some company had in mind when they came up with this skin-tight double agent costume. Not only is it not exactly my style, but good god would I freeze to death!

I think my second preference is bar wench. I'm not sure why. For some reason I've been feeling particularly bar-wenchy. Ooh, or maybe a sexy pirate! Either way I could carry my own beer mug. Amazon has a lot of options.

Well, it being Sunday night in my world I should probably go to bed so I can get up for work tomorrow. Besides, Jazzie, like oh so many young women, is wandering arounding whining because she doesn't know what she wants. A little crab meat shut her up for the moment, but once I'm under the covers she won't have anyone to whine to. And it's cold in here, I need Champ to come cuddle up with me and give me some of that 101 degree body heat. Nighty-night.

posted by This one time . . . @ 12:31 AM