Well. That was anxiety inducing, wasn't it? I might have handled this better if I wasn't still recovering from Infinity War's hammer-blow...
In other news, still no internet, router still (maybe) kaput.
My brain is a strange, strange place. Last night I had a dream that was like a crossover between Sesame Street and Speed (the first movie with Sandra and Keanu.) No, really. Okay, this guy named Alan (I haven't watched Sesame Street in a long time and have no idea who 'Alan' is,) was taking Elmo and all the younger, smaller kid (?) muppets on some sort of field trip, so they all got on a bus. Everything's warm and fuzzy, and Elmo is leading everyone in a rousing chorus of 'Singin' in the Rain'. Then Alan gets off the bus for some reason, and POW, all hell breaks loose, the bus is suddenly speeding and careening out of control, muppets are flying all over the place and screaming, and I assume, somewhere Dennis Hopper is laughing maniacally with a detonator in his hand.
Pardon me for a minute. *Laughs hysterically all over again* Ah God. And while I was having this dream, I was all "WHOA S**T THIS IS SOME SERIOUS BUSINESS!!" But then I woke up this morning and went downstairs to where my Mom was reading and snuggling with the dog, and told her about the dream, and fell on her bed and cried laughing. I mean, seriously. I don't recall hitting my head all that often as a small child. What the hell, brain?
In other news, Sister spent most of her morning here learning about how to download music to her new mp3 player. She brought her laptop down, too. I am not the most tech savvy person in the world, but she seems to think I am. ( I approach the internet about the same way I approach driving my car: Step on the gas, it goes, step on the brake, it stops. Let it run out of oil, it bursts into flames on the side of the road. Which is...not really the same at all, actually.) She wanted me to hook her laptop up to my wireless internet, which I had no objections to, but I knew if I screwed anything up while I was fiddling around, I'd never hear the end of it. I never managed to get it hooked up, though somehow I did manage to briefly disable her internet connection, and charge all the music she bought to my debit card rather than her Visa. Whoops. Not real worried about the money, but thankfully her internet hiccupped and came right back when she got back to Iowa, so whoo, saved.
We also had a lovely little snowstorm today, which I was going to take pictures of and show to the internet, but somehow I lost my camera's USB cord in the chaos of Christmas and so I can't hook it up to my pc. *Breathes* So, the pics that I took of my outside Christmas lights are also going to have to wait until I either find the lucky special camera cord, or I give up and go buy one. So. There's that.
I sure whipped myself into a fine old froth of indignation, didn't I? Well, gotta vent, occasionally. I don't care if life isn't fair to me, but I want to throttle life when it mistreats The Boy.
Mailed my internet bill, but my big redneck patooty wouldn't fit in the envelope, so I guess my ISP will have to kiss something else. If I suddenly and mysteriously vanish from the internet, it's because they've refused to accept my twenty-four bucks and ninety-five cents and cut me off. But that shouldn't happen, since I'm right and they're not. So there. (And they're a bunch of monkeyfaced poopyheads too, but that's beside the point. )
Thought something was wrong with the car on the way to work this morning-it felt, well, kind of loosey-goosey, and I thought the brakes were all screwy again, but it was actually (incredibly) just an extremely heavy frost that had made the roads really slick. Not a flake of snow, but a buttload of frost. Not really surprising, since it's s-s-so c-c-cooold. 'Sposed to get down below zero tonight.
Still plugging away on my Challenge story, and another unnamed ficlet.
I seem to have take care of the virus..ess..es. Virii. I hope.
Well, that was nicely random.
The Boy went to take some sort of college placement test today, (I say it was the ACT's, the midwest equivalent of the SAT's, but he swears it was something else,) and judging from the little rainy cloud hanging over his head when I saw him this afternoon, I don't think it went very well. Aw crap:-(
And where O where is that [censored] Pell Grant he applied for? Yo, Government! Would it really kill you to let one more poor kid go to college, you fatcat chuckleheads? He's probably going to wind up working for six bucks an hour anyway, but give him a freakin' chance.
Muuuuuuses! *whistles* Heeeere girls! Would give me a little more than just a snippet of dialogue and a paragraph before you run off next time?
And my ISP has suddenly decided that I'm a month behind on my bill and are threatening to disconnect me. Ahahahahaa, no. Pardon me, but I just happen to have the damn canceled check from last month, and I know that someone in your happy little office got my money. Enclosed in this month's bill you will find this month's payment, which is what I actually owe you, and you all can pucker up and kiss my redneck patooty.
And while you're at it, why don't you tend to your knitting and keep all those [more bad words] virus...ess. Virii? out of your network. Because I yesterday I got three THREE, of the little boogers. *Seethes*
Talk about a cold sweat. I came home from work today to discover my computer had suffered a massive and mysterious crash while I was gone. This is the second crash I've had this year! Who knows how or why-that sucker wasn't even on when I left. Power surge? Your guess is as good as mine. But I seem to have everything up and running again, although I've lost all my pretty Billy pictures I had, but at least I was smart enough to save my stories to disk this time...I think. *Goes to check* Yeah, they're safe. Whew.
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