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azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-28 05:27 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-28 05:27 pm
Update from Offline: Part 2
Decided I'd better do what I'd been talking
about, and go ahead and move my bed.
Now, instead of taking up half the room,
it's taller, softer, and somewhat more likely
to fall over.
Little Fayoumis decided that it was his day
to vacuum. Go, him. I'm not about to stop
industrious work; he will be getting the
usual allowance for such tasks.
Last night, he seemed to have forgotten
about putting away his toys; a good 1/3 of
his toys are unavailable to him today, as he
is grounded from the toys that he leaves
out on any given day.
The guy from Qwest just came by. He's
checking the lines outside the place first,
with the idea that those are the most likely
to be having a problem. Next, the inside
lines, I suppose.
I took a shower, meantime, and got all
spiffy for the presentation today. Hooray. I
am 1337. That, and evidently I am some
variety of gorgeous goddess/exceptionally
cute. Cool.
Grrargh?
OK. So the guy comes out, and pokes
around in the phone box... and evidently
something is plugged in to the wrong place.
Um.
Merp?
There seems to be a little more going on
with the fancy plugwork, as the 'net just
came unconnected again, and the phone
has no dial tone... again.
Oy.
What a day.
Furthermore, we'll likely be charged in the
neighborhood of $80 for them coming to
do some plugging and replugging that
wasn't something we messed with in the
first place.
I wish I knew who to call an asshat.
Well.
The guy came and knocked on the door
again, and made it clear that everything is
still fux0red, and he's driving off to
a different, higher-up access point to get
things done. He'll try to get it done in good
time, as I do have class to leave for.
(I also have a presentation in class, and
N% forgot to tell me that I was supposed
to be there on Tuesday night to help get all
together.)
Grrarrh.
So.
I am here, with wet hair, in slacks with
malfunctioning buttons, with an inexplicable
tear on the back of my leg (I smack into
things, and take damage, and don't notice it
for a few days sometimes), wearing a
slightly-greyish white polo shirt, with no
internet, and a malfunctioning LJ in the
thirty seconds that the line was up.
*sigh*
At least I have a good book.
Oh, and did I mention that phone being
down means me not being able to call
Darkside?
'scuse me while I hit something.
Well, the van's back. The guy must be
doing something-or-other. Meanwhile, I
have more pages read, and nails that are
polished for the first time in what feels like
a year. And no, not pink. It's a subtle
translucent pearlescent/iridescent pale tan,
which is actually a lot prettier on my nails
than it sounds.
Will have to leave for school soon. Wrote
note for Marx. Goddamn phone errors.
Have not yet gotten to talk to my blondie.
Grr. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shywickedpixie: Blondie
== Darkside. My Pretty's hair is, the vast
majority of the time, not entirely blond, at
least, not naturally so.)
about, and go ahead and move my bed.
Now, instead of taking up half the room,
it's taller, softer, and somewhat more likely
to fall over.
Little Fayoumis decided that it was his day
to vacuum. Go, him. I'm not about to stop
industrious work; he will be getting the
usual allowance for such tasks.
Last night, he seemed to have forgotten
about putting away his toys; a good 1/3 of
his toys are unavailable to him today, as he
is grounded from the toys that he leaves
out on any given day.
The guy from Qwest just came by. He's
checking the lines outside the place first,
with the idea that those are the most likely
to be having a problem. Next, the inside
lines, I suppose.
I took a shower, meantime, and got all
spiffy for the presentation today. Hooray. I
am 1337. That, and evidently I am some
variety of gorgeous goddess/exceptionally
cute. Cool.
Grrargh?
OK. So the guy comes out, and pokes
around in the phone box... and evidently
something is plugged in to the wrong place.
Um.
Merp?
There seems to be a little more going on
with the fancy plugwork, as the 'net just
came unconnected again, and the phone
has no dial tone... again.
Oy.
What a day.
Furthermore, we'll likely be charged in the
neighborhood of $80 for them coming to
do some plugging and replugging that
wasn't something we messed with in the
first place.
I wish I knew who to call an asshat.
Well.
The guy came and knocked on the door
again, and made it clear that everything is
still fux0red, and he's driving off to
a different, higher-up access point to get
things done. He'll try to get it done in good
time, as I do have class to leave for.
(I also have a presentation in class, and
N% forgot to tell me that I was supposed
to be there on Tuesday night to help get all
together.)
Grrarrh.
So.
I am here, with wet hair, in slacks with
malfunctioning buttons, with an inexplicable
tear on the back of my leg (I smack into
things, and take damage, and don't notice it
for a few days sometimes), wearing a
slightly-greyish white polo shirt, with no
internet, and a malfunctioning LJ in the
thirty seconds that the line was up.
*sigh*
At least I have a good book.
Oh, and did I mention that phone being
down means me not being able to call
Darkside?
'scuse me while I hit something.
Well, the van's back. The guy must be
doing something-or-other. Meanwhile, I
have more pages read, and nails that are
polished for the first time in what feels like
a year. And no, not pink. It's a subtle
translucent pearlescent/iridescent pale tan,
which is actually a lot prettier on my nails
than it sounds.
Will have to leave for school soon. Wrote
note for Marx. Goddamn phone errors.
Have not yet gotten to talk to my blondie.
Grr. (
shywickedpixie: Blondie == Darkside. My Pretty's hair is, the vast
majority of the time, not entirely blond, at
least, not naturally so.)