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ARRGGHH.
Telnet will not let me check my cif mail account. So, if you've emailed me at my dragon7@cif account, I can't read it. I also can't read comments that were posted to my livejournal, unless I go back to the entries and notice them.
Not that it matters, because nobody's been commenting for a while...
But I get as much mail at that account as at my aol account, and they're not duplicates.
Really I was hoping for a mail from Zobar. I haven't heard from him since last Thursday (maybe Friday morning, I'm not sure)-- so, more or less, since I left. Maybe he's revelling in his newfound freedom from me. Or maybe the new mailserver at work doesn't work as well as he thought it did when he installed in on Wednesday. Who knows. I sure don't.
( deep revelations about my worldview )

In other words, I have no life.
And I have very little email.
Or, at least, very little email that I can access. i have no idea why cif is refusing my connection. They never have before. I like that address better. I'm really annoyed that it's being undependable. Bastards!

Oh. It just worked. I tried three times before, in the span of 15 minutes, and every time it refused. Now it worked, and sure enough there's an email from Zobar in it. So... the above is still all true, it's just less annoying now.
:-D

He's enjoying his 'me-time' :-( but he says he doesn't mind me being there that much, so I guess that's good. Dunno why I need to share that, but I feel that I do.
Just to show you all, I'm not just a pushy dame who stays where she pleases with never a mind of the impact on others. Yeah, that's it.

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*sigh* I was productive today, at least. Went for a strenuous walk this morning, ate healthy and drank a lot of water, spent a good long time with the cats and made some progress getting Georgio to accept me (he likes me fine when I sit down. If I walk around, he freaks out.) and combed a lot of hair out of the shedding Steven. Also, bought sunflower seed and cat food for Mom, saving her the trip and carrying the 50-lb bag. (that's not that heavy, but it's nice to not have to deal with it so much, i think.)
So, maybe I earned the air I breathed today. i dunno.
also returned a book to the library for mom. i might stop by the library tomorrow and do some more researchy type stuff. maybe. sure. why not.
i'm making headway in the terribly boring history of the vietnam war that i'm reading. i'm 600-plus pages into it. good for me. i can't keep all the names straight. So, they killed Diem, and then... Khanh was president of south vietnam? Or... Thiem? or... Ky? Or... Minh? Th-something-- Thiem, I think. Maybe. I just put the goddamn book down and I haven't a clue. Except that his name probably had a Nguyen in it. Every goddamn Vietnamese name has a Nguyen in it. I haven't a clue who's who. Except that the whole thing was an awfully poor show. But even if they'd just handed the whole thing over to Ho Chi Minh while he was still alive, I doubt things would've been much better. Maybe none of it matters at all...
Oo, all three hands were just lined up together on the little clock by the computer. 7:39:39, I guess. Good for it, wonder if it's a fortuitous sign or something? That'd be nice, for once.
I'm in a rotten mood, unexpectedly; didn't much enjoy Zobar's email, which probably is a greater indicator of my mood than his, miss him and wish he'd call but don't want to ask him to call because i don't want to sound needy and whiny, and don't have anything to say anyhow, am bored and frustrated and feel that nothing i'm trying to do is working out, am feeling trapped but useless (i haven't applied to any jobs today despite having two leads from the classifieds that i wanted to follow up)-- my busy-ness is a sham, and i'm getting nothing of value to anyone done at all. I don't even know what I want anymore.
But, whatever. What I want doesn't even matter, because I'm not going to get it, now am I? I'd just better keep applying to jobs on the off-chance that I'll get one, and I should do more research into NYU in case it's not too late to go there, and nobody gives a shit so I should stop whining now. Nobody reads this anyway and it'll just embarass me later when I have more sophisticated things to whine about.