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Sunday, April 22, 2001 
Update! My computer still sucks ass. I've restarted about a gazillion times. I've unplugged all of my peripherals. Extensions on, extensions off. I've begged, pleaded, yelled, kicked, screamed, sweet talked and demanded for it to start working again. Nothing. I've even thought about drop kicking it out the window (repeatedly). As of yesterday, my computer now decided it won't even boot up anymore. Maybe it was something I said... Whatever the case, it looks like I'm going to finally have to break down and call to get it looked at. In the meantime...keep your fingers crossed.
After spending a fair amount of quality time with my computer last night, I finally got it to boot up again. The only problem is now I'm getting frequent and unpredictable system hangs. Can somebody please remind me why I chose this field again? Oh boy. On a partially related note, I've decided that I'm in big trouble. One of these just opened up a few blocks from my house.
Ok. So if the lack of updates isn't enough, I thought I'd share with you the fact that I'm pretty sure I broke my computer at home. My poor little mac just sits there, blindly staring back at me like I'm the one who is supposed to make everything all better again. Of course, I'm frustrated because I haven't exactly had the time to sit down with it lately so I could figure out what the hell is wrong. So. We'll see what happens... Oh. And just in case you are wondering...I'm posting this from work. Shhhh.
I am so tired right now I can barely keep my eyes open. Too many late nights at work. Not enough time for relaxation. My apartment needs a drastic cleaning. Personal projects to catch up on. Books to read. The list goes on... I have to keep reminding myself that it is both physically and mentally draining to try and do too many things at one time. I think what I need to help me feel better right now is a good thunderstorm. I'm going to bed tonight praying for rain.
With the change in weather approaching I've been finding myself spending less time in front of my computer. The weather has climbed well within the seventy degree range over the past week, and yesterday I decided to take my bike out for a spin. Now. Keep in mind that I haven't been out riding for a good three or four years. In fact, I haven't even owned a bike for at least that long (since my last one was so conveniently stolen). Nevertheless...I was determined to be outside. The feel of warm air rushing past my face. The overwhelming sense of freedom. Anxiousness. Right. Next time I'll know better than to try and do too much after being so lethargic for such an extended amount of time. I barely made it around the block before the nauseousness set in and I struggled to make it back to my house before I passed out. I think my next step is investing in one of those cool orange flags for the back of my bike. Oh. And maybe a banana seat too.
Okay. So I'm not exactly cranky anymore. Just a little quiet. More on this later...I promise... 11:54 p.m. So. Anyway... Last night I joined about twenty five of my closest friends in a tightly packed room where we watched grown men smash chairs over each other and totally disregard the little safety stickers that are placed on the tops of twenty foot ladders. And even though I'm not a huge fan of wrestling, I must admit it was a lot of fun. Testicular fortitude and whatnot. Gotta love it. Tonight I decided to stay in and bond with my couch. I ran out to the video store and picked up a copy of The Iron Giant on DVD because I knew it was the only chance I'd have to watch it since I was by myself. My friends never want to rent it for some reason. They probably think it's some sort of little kiddie cartoon. Then again, maybe they are just paying me back for always being so adamant about The Perfect Storm never setting foot in my apartment. Oh. The movie was great. I swear I didn't cry. By the way. Some of my friends may say I'm weird, but I just recently discovered that Killian's and Peanut M&M's go quite well together. Anyone wanna back me up on this one? |
Jack Kerouac - On The Road; The Essential Rumi - by Coleman Barks
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