(no subject)

zobar is charmingly incoherent in the morning. when we were camping, i came running in, exclaiming "I just saw a bear!" and he was like "zzmurflethat'snicezz"... This morning being no exception.
I am composing this in Microsoft Word. Guess why?( the Internet was broken! )

Ew. I keep seeing what looks like a flea on me. I think I have a flea, somewhere in this bed. That's really gross. If I get a good look at it and it is a flea, I'm going to take all the sheets to a laundromat today and wash them on the hottest setting. At home our cats used to have fleas; maybe they've got a few again and the kitten got some into my afghan, which I brought with me. I could swear I just washed that afghan, though. Ew. So it's not like I've never seen a flea before. It's not that gross; people used to live with fleas all the time. I'm just not particularly prepared to deal with them here.
The debate is moot unless I see the bug/ fleck again (it was tiny, but looked like a flea to my paranoid eye). I'm all itchy but that's psychosomatic. I know. I've been attacked by fleas before and it's not this itchy.
OK, enough silliness. I have a passport to renew!!!!

(no subject)

AUGH!!!
they disconnected me AGAIN!!!
now i'm connected.
maybe it will last.
maybe not.
i'm thinking about leaving them a note over there: Hey guys, if it's personal, let me know and we can work it out. But if not, please stop disconnecting me. Thanks, 333-1584.
yargh.

(no subject)

Seems that Verizon's been doing a lot of work in the big box across the street. There are hundreds and hundreds of connections in it. So they work there a lot.
Of all the luck, Zobar's connection is right next to the door. So for the last two days, when they've shut the door after they've finished, they've cut his wire.
*smack* Duh.
This most recent repairman said that well, he tried to kinda tuck it out of the way so that didn't happen again. I did my best i've-just-killed-a-snake-with-my-teeth smile and said i sure hope it doesn't happen again. gosh how funny. really. wow.
In the meantime, going on the directions the lady at the passport agency gave me, I got hopelessly lost in Central Jersey City. (Garfield Avenue doesn't go all the way up to Newark Ave. It sorta... ends. It really, truly, honestly does. I can attest to that; I took every possible route after the intersection where it peters out, and not one of them was Garfield. Sometimes I had to go up to half a mile before there was a sign that said what road you were ON (they'll tell you what other roads there are...) but... nope. Not one of the roads was Garfield.
you have to go up Garfield, then bear onto Grand street when Garfield vanishes, then turn onto Ivy Pl., then onto Summit (after it becomes 2-way), then onto Baldwin, and then you'll see Newark Ave.
So her suggestion that I just stay on Garfield until I get to Newark is kind of... not based in fact.
Had the DSL line not been cut, I could've just clicked on the other tab so it could show me the right directions, but I forgot to before the Internet went down. Gosh. How thoughtless of me. But I had done the directions to the other place, that's not open after noon.
Life lesson learned: Humans are idiots. Was that a deep and revealing thought? No.

shit on a stick

Was today the shittiest day I've ever had?
No, probably not. I can't remember the specifics of my shittiest day.
Was today pretty fuckin' shitty?
Yes.
Very?
Yes.
Extremely?
Yes.
More could have gone wrong. As it is I didn't even actually cry once. I came pretty damn close. And the fact that things didn't go as wrong as they could have doesn't mean they didn't go wrong.
I'm alive, and relatively undamaged, and really, really, really want to go shoot things.
But, can't just now.

I went and did successfully complete my errands. But, in the most stressful, upsetting, meaninglessly shitty way possible. And I got lost in Jersey City during what might loosely be described as rush "hour"-- i.e. an especially congested example of people driving like FUCKS. People park in driving lanes, make left turns in front of oncoming traffic, hurl themselves at you and then don't let you in if you're in a lane where someone is suddenly PARKED (usually right next to an open space that they just didn't feel like pulling into)... etc.
And I struggled home and well, the DSL was still working, and that's good, but I had no email or communiques of any kind from anyone, so I'm feeling uniquely unloved. :-( Not even a comment or an IM.
somebody, anybody, leave a comment or e-mail me or something, to give me something to brood on besides how shitty the human race really is... you can even be mean to me; it's just as distracting as nice things.
Anybody? Is anybody out there???