"Polish fanny-fun..."
I had a nice relaxing Friday, basically lounging around the house dealing with, yes you guessed it, still being sick as a targ. Poor 
Gwynne was seemingly even worse than I was... it's as if she's one day behind me vis a vis "phases of being sick". In any case, at some point in our day we watched "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" (which we were going to watch on the 3rd but got delayed) then we lay down for a nap. We woke up and were both in need of some dinner, so we ordered a pizza and watched the second disc of "Kevin Smith 2: Evening Harder", which took place in London. Funny, but not as much as the Toronto concert, and since she hasn't seen the first one I just put that on my Netflix queue. We also ended up watching the ending of Temple of Doom, as Gwynnie had fallen asleep the time she'd watched it before. Meanwhile, around 4 PM the internet service decided to take a vacation. Unlike usual, I ignored the problem while watching the DVD, but afterward I decided to fix the problem. Nothing I did worked, but this time I broke down and called tech support. The girl I talked to (after the fucking phone tree wasted my time) was about as helpful as my sister Lelia would be... in other words, not very. "Turn this off, turn that off, wait, now plug them in again"... I mean seriously. She sounded like she was still in high school... I'm pretty sure I knew more than she does (which was apparent in that she ended up having to pass the buck to a service tech who's supposed to get back to us). No matter though... I got on my PC and had us back online in less than five minutes. As Jobe Smith the Lawnmower Man once said "I am GOD here!" Well, at least I'm computer savvy enough to get us net access again. Whatever.
I will be going to sleep soon, and when I wake up I have three days of work in which I will hopefully not be sick anymore and no more stupid ass letters have come regarding shit I didn't do. Word.
Gwynne was seemingly even worse than I was... it's as if she's one day behind me vis a vis "phases of being sick". In any case, at some point in our day we watched "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" (which we were going to watch on the 3rd but got delayed) then we lay down for a nap. We woke up and were both in need of some dinner, so we ordered a pizza and watched the second disc of "Kevin Smith 2: Evening Harder", which took place in London. Funny, but not as much as the Toronto concert, and since she hasn't seen the first one I just put that on my Netflix queue. We also ended up watching the ending of Temple of Doom, as Gwynnie had fallen asleep the time she'd watched it before. Meanwhile, around 4 PM the internet service decided to take a vacation. Unlike usual, I ignored the problem while watching the DVD, but afterward I decided to fix the problem. Nothing I did worked, but this time I broke down and called tech support. The girl I talked to (after the fucking phone tree wasted my time) was about as helpful as my sister Lelia would be... in other words, not very. "Turn this off, turn that off, wait, now plug them in again"... I mean seriously. She sounded like she was still in high school... I'm pretty sure I knew more than she does (which was apparent in that she ended up having to pass the buck to a service tech who's supposed to get back to us). No matter though... I got on my PC and had us back online in less than five minutes. As Jobe Smith the Lawnmower Man once said "I am GOD here!" Well, at least I'm computer savvy enough to get us net access again. Whatever.
I will be going to sleep soon, and when I wake up I have three days of work in which I will hopefully not be sick anymore and no more stupid ass letters have come regarding shit I didn't do. Word.