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Tuesday October 10th - They say bad things come in threes . . .
Burning Man
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2000 My USB port on my laptop is fucking broken again. If we count only the personal tradgedies from Sunday - the speeding ticket and the broken drum, then this is number three. The Apple tech on the phone was kinda rude to me this time, too. Fucker. I mean, I know they have to ask lots of stupid questions, but if he had just let me talk, I could've given him all that info in one paragraph - yes, I've tried it with more than one USB device. It sounded as if he was implying I didn't really need the USB port, which made me spitting mad for a moment, let me tell you. I mean, yes, it works, but I need to use my ergo keyboard and printer if I ever want to write again.
I forgot to tell you how I found out the USB port was broken. I had finally come up with a great story idea - it was very fragile, so I hurried over to my computer and started writing (on the ergo keyboard), only to look up after a bit and notice nothing was on my screen. My anger and frustration blew the story idea right out of my head. I should sue.
I have to go home at lunch and pick up my boot CDs to see if this is a software problem, but if it's not then I get to send it back into the shop again - isn't that sweet? And I'm going home next week, and I want to take this thing with me, but if it's in the shop . . . . well, I might just have to wait to send it off to get fixed, because I really want to show off my baby at home, you know?
Deep breath.
I called Karen for a bit last night and chatted. She seemed a bit surprised, and she was on her way out, so we couldn't talk all that long, but it was a nice conversation. I had to make myself do it - be social, that is. I have to remind myself that friends take some work, and that I should give people a call to chat every once in awhile, because even if I don't have much to say, they probably do. I still have a fear of making plans, but I'm hoping to get over that. I have a list of people I need to hang out with soon, and I suppose I'll just slowly work my way down that list. It's important, dammit. I'm hoping that hanging out with old friends at home will help me remember how to be social again . . . .
Exercise log:
Lifted weights: chest, triceps and abs. 35 minutes on the elliptical machine.
Writing log:
Grrr. Wrote something but it was lost. See the main entry for more details.
I'm currently reading:
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier
Finished last night:
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

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