I’m Baaa-aaack
Finally, free to write! Yes, I am now connected to the Internets, free to roam about the sin and depravity therein. Good thing, too, since I have been wanting to write entries for quite some time and haven’t been able to. I’m not dumb enough to write from work, but I’m also unable to update at home. However, now that I have been provided with my startup disk, network key, and opportunity, I’ll write. Too bad I’ve forgotten everything I wanted to write, eh?
Oh, that’s not true. A couple of things that’ve crossed my mind these past few days:
1) Scary Serial-Killer Dude Lives in My Complex: At least he’s not in my building. Well, he’s probably not a serial killer, just some working stiff eager to get home, but this lovely man, after we working slobs had departed the Metro station and made our way homeward bound, walked like his ass was on fire, pushed a couple of chairs out of his way so he could get in front of people, and flashed the finger to a driver who had the umbrage to get angry at us walkers crossing at a *gasp!* crosswalk (yeah, there’s lots of lovely drivers in the D.C. area). He was kind of creepy, so much so that I did not want to stand next to him on the sidewalk as I waited for the command to walk. Maybe he had a bad day, but his cap, his long coat, the way he clutched his attache case, his stiff stride, and the jeans just came together to make the name Scary Serial-Killer Dude pop into my head. He of course lives in my complex, but he is not in my building. So don’t worry, Mom and Dad!
2) Speaking of Mom and Dad, I had a surprise waiting for me when I got home tonight–Tim Horton’s coffee! I am loath to admit this, but I once strongly disliked Tim Horton’s coffee. Oh, sure, I love my Tim Horton’s donuts and their sandwiches aren’t half bad, but I wasn’t in love with the coffee. My drug of choice was Starbucks. However, ever since I got to D.C. and bought Starbucks for the new apartment, it’s been tasting, well, strong. Even when I bought mild coffee at work, it was strong. So, I mentioned this to Mother and Father, and lo and behold! Three days later, I have two tins of Tim Horton’s coffee (say that three times fast) sitting in my hallway/living room/bedroom/dining room. They do love me. One tin, however, is not for me. It’s to be given to someone else.
3) I am recovering from a cold, which my mom believes was accompanied by a fever. I’m sporting a cold sore right now, and this leads her to believe that a fever probably was involved somewhere along the way. I tend to believe her, not because this is the first cold sore I’ve had in years, but because my body temp was really running hot and cold for days. Friday night? Sweating bullets. Saturday night? Freezing cold. Mornings? So hot that I can’t even blow dry my hair. Evenings? Freezing even though my heat was on. There were a couple of times when I asked the boyfriend to open a window, which really isn’t like me in winter–I’m usually straight up cold. So I do believe there was something funky going on, and I’m pretty sure this latest illness is a response to the stress of a move (a sudden one, at that). Sure, it wasn’t stressful to the point where I was losing it, but there was a lot of change in a very short amount of time, something I’m not used to (having lived such a sheltered existence until now). It also doesn’t help that my entire office seems to be suffering from a bug. While I am getting over my cold (even though I still feel like I’m suffering from Captain Trips), I do have a couple or a few more days of this damn cold sore.
4) I’ve thrown in for the New York City Marathon lottery. Let’s hope I get to pay $107 in May. Yay!
5) How cool is it that iTunes is selling “Project Runway” episodes? If only they’d do that for “Deadwood” (hello, HBO–profit!), I wouldn’t have to get cable at all.
6) The telemarketers, they are having fun in the 20-odd days they have left to harrass me (if they do so afterwards, guess who can sue their asses? Me!). I’ve apparently won a travel voucher worth more than $2,000, I’ve won free digital cable for a year, and people have seized onto my Spanish last name like President Bush on idiocy. I actually had my long distance and local services frozen–I don’t want to get slammed. I’ve already had a few people calling me offering lower long distance rates, and while I greeted them with a curt “Please take me off of this list,” you never know with these bastards. I’m taking all kinds of security precautions with my identity, accounts, and money. My attitude is basically “Don’t you dare mess with my new livelihood, you bastards.”
7) Oh, and don’t mess with me, either. Because that’ll get you nowhere.
8) Time for sleep. More Internets later!
