*snicker*

*snicker* After I signed up at the National Novel Writing Month's website under the name "The Very Worst Writer", they emailed me this subject line.

Yes, I'm easily amused.

Pretend This is Yesterday

(Woohoo! Now that I have my computer back, I can go back to blogging, i.e. adding to the terabytes of useless information already on the internet. Blogging has a side benefit. It occasionally forces me to go out and actually do things. Then, I‘m not mildly embarrassed that I spent the day playing video games and muttering obscenities under my breath at Best Buy.)

I don’t know what time I woke up. I opened my eyes, sat up, and went through my usual routine of walking bleary-eyed downstairs for the day’s first cigarette. In fact, I don’t remember much of today at all. So much of it was routine. I remember playing on the Wii, flipping between Animal Crossing and Cooking Mama. Occasionally, I’d flick on the console’s internet browser and browse various sites. I was zombie-like, going through the motions just to kill time. The first time I actually woke was when I tracked my computer’s repair online. After six days of hearing next to nothing from the computer techs and getting slightly more irritated with each passing day, a glimmer of hope appeared on my television screen.

“Awaiting customer information,” the website read. I breathed a sigh of relief and called to see what they wanted.

“A bad graphics card,” the girl on the other end said. I nodded and told her to go ahead with the repair. For the rest of the day, my emotions swung between being glad that I finally knew what the problem was to being annoyed with myself. Shouldn’t I have figured out that the crashes were occurring after I installed the card’s drivers? Then, again, the computer broke so long ago that I couldn’t remember if they occurred before or after I installed them. Doesn’t matter now. It’s in the past and the computer is back home and has a better graphics card.

Nine Inch Nails - Aragon Ballroom, August 28, 2009

The Metra Train in Chicago

Dear bird, you know you can go south, ri

Dear bird, you know you can go south, right?

Wiimotes were not meant for typing

This being computer-less is beginning to drive me up the wall. (I s'pose I could have twittered that but I have a sneaking suspicion nobody actually reads Twitter anymore.)

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3 weeks, 3 cities, 4 concerts, 4 looong bus rides, and an insane amount of walking = best month ever. Difficult to post more since I'm on a Wii browser till next month.

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Pabst Theatre

Pabst Theatre

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