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June 15, 2001
I'm wilting...
It's 10:47 p.m., and 88 degrees in my apartment. It is far, far too hot. I am melting into a little sweaty puddle of goo. The cats are lying as flat on the floor as possible, and glowering at me as if to say "Do something about this, would you?" Gah.
I just spent about 45 minutes trying to install my cable modem -- I'm getting Broadband hooked up tomorrow afternoon. Lightning fast internet! I am excited! But man, was installing the modem a pain in the ass. It was supposed to be easy -- follow the instructions, and bingo! You have a happy new modem! Ha. The instructions were wrong. I followed them, and plugged everything in, and it said that the USB cable wasn't connected. I checked -- it was. It said it wasn't. I argued, and swore, and restarted and tried again, and swore some more, and kicked things, (and then stopped kicking things because I had no shoes on, and it hurt) and finally called Lee and wailed "HELP!" She performed some magic, and I got the stupid modem working, and then my computer crashed three more times, and I swore loudly, and now all is calm. I took a very long, very cold shower, and now I have a rum-based drink and Radiohead playing, and all is well.
I am also very happy because I got tickets for the August Radiohead show. Joanne and Plaidy will be visiting, and I will have a much-needed vacation, and all will continue to be well.
The spiders in the bathroom? I've been leaving them alone. Letting them do their thing. Minding my own business. But they just had to fuck with me. They brought a much bigger, meaner cousin into it. A big, greenish, brute of a spider. I think it had tattoos. It was hiding in the shower curtain this morning, and when I staggered in to take a shower this morning, it lunged at my head. I did the sensible thing -- I screamed and ran out of the bathroom. After a few minutes, I realized I really needed to use the bathroom, so I was going to have to brave Big Tony the Spider Enforcer. I crept in, and found him hanging out on the wall. I considered squishing him with toilet paper, but that would mean getting my arm near him, and, well, that wasn't happening. He was just waiting for me to get close, and then he was going to eat my head. I could sense it. So I sprayed him with hairspray, and shrieked and ran away when he dropped off the wall and fell by my foot. He then vanished behind the toilet. He's lying in wait right now, waiting for a chance to kill me. He is. Shut up. I hate spiders...
Posted by Mary Ellen at June 15, 2001 10:46 PM