the world is out to get me
This was my morning:
+ Woke up at 8:30 am after only about three solid hours of sleep by falling out of bed.
+ No internet.
+ Reset router. Still no internet.
+ Reset modem. Still no internet.
+ Unplugged router for five minutes. Still no internet.
+ Unplugged modem for five minutes. Still no internet.
+ Unplugged both modem and router simultaneously. Still no internet.
+ Looked for phone to call RCN.
+ Could not find phone.
+ Took a break. Poured orange juice. Dropped slippery glass. Broke glass. Spilled orange juice.
+ Despair.
+ Internet working!
+ Still no phone.
+ Still no juice.
I eventually found my phone wedged under my bed between the baseboard heater and the storage bin I've got under there. Oh man. Still. What even?
mcwonthelottery was having an even worse day than I was, so she came home early to sleep while I ran errands. I bought ALL THE FOOD for quatredeathlady's party on Saturday. Well, except the melting chocolate and food dye. I have to go to AC Moore to get those and I couldn't be assed. I also need to get the rum for the cider/punch and some cinnamon sticks as well, but I know that Christmas Tree Shop sells cinnamon sticks for a lot cheaper than Market Basket had them.
TONIGHT, HOWEVER, IS RIFFTRAX LIVE! I will be going by myself, because all my friends are losers. ::glares at all of you:: ::all of you who are local, that is:: ::I know quatredeathlady would go with me if she was local:: ::she told me:: It will be tons of fun even if I am by myself, however. I went by myself to the Christmas Rifftrax and it was AMAZING, and not just because Bill Corbett was wearing Tom Baker's scarf.
***
I also really need to finish my tw_femficfest, but I'm not overly worried. I have an outline. I work well under pressure.
***
Tomorrow will be SUPER busy. I need to make the cupcakes and Nicole's birthday pie, pack, carve the pumpkin(s), make the frosting and decorations, make sure I have all the ingredients for the day-of-prep stuff, and find a way to fit all of it, plus Becca and Margaret, plus our bags and pumpkins, into my little Prius.
I have faith!
In 30 hours, I hope to be chilling in New York with Nicole and Christine. Hurrah!
***
One last tidbit before I make dinner:
Kait: I don't know how I feel about them fucking in the bathroom. I mean, he was just puking in that toilet. And now they're having sex on the floor.
Becca: And you're surprised by this?
Kait: Well, no. I mean, I can suspend my disbelief for a lot of things, but I just keep thinking, "Oh god, he was just puking right there!" I mean, bathroom floor sex is already kind of gross to me. I've seen a lot of bathroom floors. I don't think I'd want to have sex on any of them. Especially one belonging to a twenty-five year old dude who lives on his own.
Becca: Yeah, but it's Ianto. He cleans that thing all the fucking time. It's the first thing he does when he wakes up in the morning.
Kait: That's probably true.
Have a good night, internet! Those of you going to Rifftrax in your own cities, I hope you have as awesome a time as I am going to have! :D
+ Woke up at 8:30 am after only about three solid hours of sleep by falling out of bed.
+ No internet.
+ Reset router. Still no internet.
+ Reset modem. Still no internet.
+ Unplugged router for five minutes. Still no internet.
+ Unplugged modem for five minutes. Still no internet.
+ Unplugged both modem and router simultaneously. Still no internet.
+ Looked for phone to call RCN.
+ Could not find phone.
+ Took a break. Poured orange juice. Dropped slippery glass. Broke glass. Spilled orange juice.
+ Despair.
+ Internet working!
+ Still no phone.
+ Still no juice.
I eventually found my phone wedged under my bed between the baseboard heater and the storage bin I've got under there. Oh man. Still. What even?
mcwonthelottery was having an even worse day than I was, so she came home early to sleep while I ran errands. I bought ALL THE FOOD for quatredeathlady's party on Saturday. Well, except the melting chocolate and food dye. I have to go to AC Moore to get those and I couldn't be assed. I also need to get the rum for the cider/punch and some cinnamon sticks as well, but I know that Christmas Tree Shop sells cinnamon sticks for a lot cheaper than Market Basket had them.
TONIGHT, HOWEVER, IS RIFFTRAX LIVE! I will be going by myself, because all my friends are losers. ::glares at all of you:: ::all of you who are local, that is:: ::I know quatredeathlady would go with me if she was local:: ::she told me:: It will be tons of fun even if I am by myself, however. I went by myself to the Christmas Rifftrax and it was AMAZING, and not just because Bill Corbett was wearing Tom Baker's scarf.
***
I also really need to finish my tw_femficfest, but I'm not overly worried. I have an outline. I work well under pressure.
***
Tomorrow will be SUPER busy. I need to make the cupcakes and Nicole's birthday pie, pack, carve the pumpkin(s), make the frosting and decorations, make sure I have all the ingredients for the day-of-prep stuff, and find a way to fit all of it, plus Becca and Margaret, plus our bags and pumpkins, into my little Prius.
I have faith!
In 30 hours, I hope to be chilling in New York with Nicole and Christine. Hurrah!
***
One last tidbit before I make dinner:
Kait: I don't know how I feel about them fucking in the bathroom. I mean, he was just puking in that toilet. And now they're having sex on the floor.
Becca: And you're surprised by this?
Kait: Well, no. I mean, I can suspend my disbelief for a lot of things, but I just keep thinking, "Oh god, he was just puking right there!" I mean, bathroom floor sex is already kind of gross to me. I've seen a lot of bathroom floors. I don't think I'd want to have sex on any of them. Especially one belonging to a twenty-five year old dude who lives on his own.
Becca: Yeah, but it's Ianto. He cleans that thing all the fucking time. It's the first thing he does when he wakes up in the morning.
Kait: That's probably true.
Have a good night, internet! Those of you going to Rifftrax in your own cities, I hope you have as awesome a time as I am going to have! :D