Category: Vital Signs

A week of suck

Vital Signs

Monday: ATM in my office eats my card. I cancel it but now must way for a new one to arrive in the mail.

Tuesday: One of my trashy neighbors decides it would be fun to start screaming into a karaoke machine with the echo on full at 4 a.m. Sleep-deprived, I show up to work and call the apartment office to find out how to get that motherfucker evicted.

Wednesday: An upgrade to a new internal drive goes horribly bad because I have only one SATA port with which to do a data transfer. It would have been easier if I could have set up a master and slave, but SATA doesn’t support that.

Thursday: My TiVo stops responding to the remote control, thereby forcing a reboot. Purchase of a hard drive enclosure still can’t address the data transfer, so I spend the entire night reinstalling Windows and all my applications. I wonder whether it’s a Mercury retrograde. (It’s not.)

Friday: I don’t know yet. The day has just begun. My mind tends to go to very dark places.

I know my finances suck, but c’mon …

Vital Signs

An ATM in my office ate my card this morning. Literally.

It had its usually welcoming greeting, "Insert card". When I did, I got an angry red screen that told me the machine was out of service. I hit cancel, thinking the ATM would spit my card back out. But it didn’t.

I went to the receptionist, but she couldn’t really help me all that much. I called my bank to cancel the card. I still need to get cash.

Wow. Today is really going to suck.

The reports of my death …

Vital Signs

… greatly exagerrated, blah, blah, blah.

Although the way my legs have felt these past three days, it sure felt like dying.

The move is done.

I couldn’t get the cable and Internet access connected till today. Am leaving work ultrasuperearly to let the Cable Guy in. Hence, no e-meeru from me in the past three days.

Musicwhore.org is now being powered by Smarty, and the Audiobin is moving to a donation model.

I’m in the market for a new file cabinet.

Ziplock storage bags are wonderful things.

My mixer blew up when I was trying to play some Shiina Ringo on the piano.

It took a while to get used to sleeping on the bed again.

But all these points will be expounded in detail once my home connnection is set up yet again.

Oh yeah.