Thursday, Mar. 03, 2005
I haven't cried yet... yet
I'm currently in one of the fowlest moods anyone on the face of the planet has ever been in.
I had plans to get seven good hours of sleep, get up, shower, go to the doctor, and come home.
I got 5 hours of sleep before I was awoken by the meter guy, who apparently didn't see that we have a front door to our house so we probably don't use the fucking back door.
Luckily I didn't meet him face to face or I probably would have let loose a string of prfanities about Ohio natives and their IQs.
When awoken from a deep sleep I usually have a window of about ten minutes to deal with whatver woke me up and to get back into a comfortable position to go back to sleep, otherwise I'm up and usually more than slightly unhappy.
Knowing this, I tossed the stupid meter card on the counter, calmed the dog down and went back up stairs to bed.
Just as I was about to settle in and drift back off...
Phone: *RING RING RING RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*
Me: *grumble, snort, cuss, grab phone* *in a barely pleasent tone* Hello?
Captain: Hi there! I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm home and on the basement... didn't wanna scare ya *tries to make a malicious sound, then laughs at himself* Did I scare ya?
Me:... ... ... no
Captain: Aw, ok. Well just so you know I'm home!
Me:... did you by any chance hear someone banging on the back door and the dog going nuts?
Captain: When?
Me: *eye twitches* Like five minutes ago...
Captain: No, who was it?
Me: *seriously not wanting to have this conversation right now* The meter reader guy
Captain: What did he want?
Me: ... ... ... to read the meter
Captain: Did you talk ot him?
Me: No, I missed him, so I left the card...
Captain: Why didn't he just read it?
Me: *wondering if he's really this dense* Because we have to let him in?
Captain: Why?
Lauren: *slightly annoyed* The meter;s in the basement, like right across from your desk.
Captain: It is? *laughs* I had no idea!
Me: ...
Captain: So now what?
Me: We probably do what mom talked about a month ago and read the meter our selves and mail the card back to them.
Captain: *whines* Oh we have to do it??
Me: ... *blink* *blink* ... yeah
Captain: Oh ok. Well I just wanted to let you know I was here.
Me: ... 'kay
Captain: Bye!
Me: *click*
I spent ten minutes on the phone with him.
My eyes were now focusing and my stomach was threatening to turn sour.
I hoped that maybe.. jusy maybe, it I tuned the world out quickly enough, I could still go back to sleep.
I was so close to. In fact I felt myself slipping into to sleep when all of a sudden I had a fuzzy face and quizzical meow all up in my business.
Me: Not now Bizzy, momma's not really awake.
Bazy: *you are now yo* Pffff *stomp on am, stomp on breast, stomp on sore stomach* Mer-ow?
Me: *whimpers* Please kitty... noooo
Bazy: *twirl in circles, half on mom, half on mom's hugging pillow, kneeding*
Me: You suck
Bazy: *plop down, ass in mom's face, looks back* Huh?
Of course every half inch I tried to move to get comfortable around her, she had to stand up and completely rearrange herself.
I finally got tired of the continous kitty mammogram and felt my stomach turn sour and got up.
I can still save today I promised myself.
I'll type a nice ranty diary entry and let it all go before my shower... I'll be fine
I think spent 20 minutes tryin to get my computer to boot correctly and find an internet connection.
It seemed no connection would be found so I decided to type my entry up in word and update it again later when I got home from the doctor.
I opened word to find some funky "Asian" layout before me.
Apparently when I downloaded a friend's paper, I also downloaded the and installed the format it was typed in and it is now my "normal" format.
I almost cried.
I didn't wanna download the paper in the first place... I don't like proff reading anyway *whimper* *near sob* Today sucks!
*sigh*
I'm going to shower now and I'm going ot give today one last chance to work out for me before I call the hwole thing off and go back to yesterday.
It's just really fucking wrong to have two bad days in a row when you stay home all day.
harlemrain at 12:52 pm