Sunday morning.
Jul. 11th, 2004 09:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crankylexI am extremely unmotivated to do anything this morning. I should be in the shower getting ready to go to Whole Foods because if I don't go, we will starve, but the thought of getting wet right now is unappealing.
I am sad for my
crumpet.
I am still not digging this new operating system, but I suppose this is the price of progress. At least Eudora has stopped being a bitch.
Yesterday, while I was trying to make my stuff work on this computer, Damien kept trying to get my attention. I was busy, so I just patted his head a couple times. Clearly, this was not sufficient attention for him, because then he went under my desk and PEED on my CABLE MODEM. He is such a spiteful bastard. Fortunately, the modem doesn't seem to have experienced any ill effects.
This morning, as Jimmy was getting ready to go to work (at 5:30 on Sunday morning, which is just WRONG) he announced that he had no crappy t-shirts to work in, because he'd already worn all of his and someone (me) didn't do the laundry. I rolled out of bed, rummaged in my dresser, and produced a truly ancient Tripod.com t-shirt.
He put it on, then whined, "Are people going to think I'm a geek if I wear this?"
I told him to be grateful I didn't give him the BBEdit shirt.
I am sad for my
crumpet.I am still not digging this new operating system, but I suppose this is the price of progress. At least Eudora has stopped being a bitch.
Yesterday, while I was trying to make my stuff work on this computer, Damien kept trying to get my attention. I was busy, so I just patted his head a couple times. Clearly, this was not sufficient attention for him, because then he went under my desk and PEED on my CABLE MODEM. He is such a spiteful bastard. Fortunately, the modem doesn't seem to have experienced any ill effects.
This morning, as Jimmy was getting ready to go to work (at 5:30 on Sunday morning, which is just WRONG) he announced that he had no crappy t-shirts to work in, because he'd already worn all of his and someone (me) didn't do the laundry. I rolled out of bed, rummaged in my dresser, and produced a truly ancient Tripod.com t-shirt.
He put it on, then whined, "Are people going to think I'm a geek if I wear this?"
I told him to be grateful I didn't give him the BBEdit shirt.
