How can I live without you
Jul. 17th, 2006 06:13 pmSo the Four Star All-Night Store Rearranging Party went well, and we finished in 6.5 hours, moments before Jason came in to open the store. It was very rocking. By which I mean my hands felt so grimy and sore in new and exciting ways that I could still feel it after washing them. And then Rachel and I went out for pancakes, and it was good. And then I attempted to go to sleep and ended up waking up every few hours and moving around the house trying to find somewhere to sleep that wasn't hot as all hell. I failed.
And now I am back at work! Which is how I can type the following badness.
BUT THE WORST THING EVER HAPPENED: THE INTERNET IN MY HOUSE HAS BLOWN ITSELF UP.
cryogenia and
velvet_mace, remember last week when you were confusing me with
hieronymousb whose modem had fried itself? WELL NOW IT'S MY TURN BECAUSE WE REALLY ARE TWINS.
It's possible that it's an area problem, but if it isn't, my house will not have its wireless back until SATURDAY NIGHT because my parents are leaving Thursday morning and that was the only time they could come when I wasn't at work.
I don't think the true magnitude of this has hit me yet, but I expect to shortly sink into depths of despair previously known only to those who are trying to break a really strong heroin addiction while being gnawed by mechanical wolverines and having their teeth cleaned with lasers.
So I am not happy, and I'm sad too, and I already miss all you guys, so please text with me, all right?
Tomorrow will be spent trying to locate wireless around the city and/or playing cute so Don will take pity on me and invite me over.
OH INTERNET COME BACK! COME BACK!
And now I am back at work! Which is how I can type the following badness.
BUT THE WORST THING EVER HAPPENED: THE INTERNET IN MY HOUSE HAS BLOWN ITSELF UP.
It's possible that it's an area problem, but if it isn't, my house will not have its wireless back until SATURDAY NIGHT because my parents are leaving Thursday morning and that was the only time they could come when I wasn't at work.
I don't think the true magnitude of this has hit me yet, but I expect to shortly sink into depths of despair previously known only to those who are trying to break a really strong heroin addiction while being gnawed by mechanical wolverines and having their teeth cleaned with lasers.
So I am not happy, and I'm sad too, and I already miss all you guys, so please text with me, all right?
Tomorrow will be spent trying to locate wireless around the city and/or playing cute so Don will take pity on me and invite me over.
OH INTERNET COME BACK! COME BACK!