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*pokes internet* Anybody out there?
Aarg, today and yesterday have been frustrating - nobody's returning my email (including the bloody pet sitters who I desperately need to engage by FRIDAY), my vacuum cleaner gave up the ghost right before I got to cleaning up the kitty litter around the cat box, I've got a column to write that should go up next week (this week's has been written and in my editor's inbox since last week), and really ought to write one to go up the week after next because the last thing I want to do when I get home from the cruise is bash out a column, and I ordered a book from Amazon.com six weeks ago that I find out finally shipped and was delivered ... on the 21st ... to who-knows-where, so I have to first phone the apartment office tomorrow and see if there's just no note on my door and they ahve it, or if it's lost somewhere in which case I go bitch at Amazon.com. And nobody's buying my BPAL bottles because the next full moon is at the end of enxt week and everyon and their dog is trying to sell to get money for it (I did check and nobody else is buying anything from anyone else, either, which makes me feel only a little bit better). I suppose if I dropped the price a chunk, I'd get rid of them. Hrm. I was feeling quite poor and hoped to be able to shunt that off to my credit card this week. Oh well. And Firefox is doing that weird intermittent thing where a single quote typed in a text box makes it go to the next line. (I've already gone over all the possible bugfixes for this with a friend, none of which worked, and I am Not Interested in constructive advice, I am interesting in whining.)
World, here is Mello's fabulous ass. You are cordially invited to bite it.
Aarg, today and yesterday have been frustrating - nobody's returning my email (including the bloody pet sitters who I desperately need to engage by FRIDAY), my vacuum cleaner gave up the ghost right before I got to cleaning up the kitty litter around the cat box, I've got a column to write that should go up next week (this week's has been written and in my editor's inbox since last week), and really ought to write one to go up the week after next because the last thing I want to do when I get home from the cruise is bash out a column, and I ordered a book from Amazon.com six weeks ago that I find out finally shipped and was delivered ... on the 21st ... to who-knows-where, so I have to first phone the apartment office tomorrow and see if there's just no note on my door and they ahve it, or if it's lost somewhere in which case I go bitch at Amazon.com. And nobody's buying my BPAL bottles because the next full moon is at the end of enxt week and everyon and their dog is trying to sell to get money for it (I did check and nobody else is buying anything from anyone else, either, which makes me feel only a little bit better). I suppose if I dropped the price a chunk, I'd get rid of them. Hrm. I was feeling quite poor and hoped to be able to shunt that off to my credit card this week. Oh well. And Firefox is doing that weird intermittent thing where a single quote typed in a text box makes it go to the next line. (I've already gone over all the possible bugfixes for this with a friend, none of which worked, and I am Not Interested in constructive advice, I am interesting in whining.)
World, here is Mello's fabulous ass. You are cordially invited to bite it.