Domestic Geek

Dang, I feel so poor now. I got my car back around 6 p.m. I'm $970 more in debt than I was when I woke up this morning. Major bummer. At least my car's engine isn't knocking anymore and it doesn't smell like burning oil. What can I expect driving 100-150 miles each and every day? At least I don't deliver pizzas in it anymore. I'm getting depressed thinking about all the stuff on which that much money could've been spent. Stop it.

I should be doing some housecleaning right now. I can't say I feel like it. I want to crawl into bed and hide. I hate getting the house ready for people to look at it. I feel violated. Is that weird?

Here's a great comic bit about INTERNET HELPDESKS. Marcus showed it to me on the high speed connection at CompUsa after we got my car. All the employees were entranced. You could hear them laughing all over the store. At least it got the salespeople to leave us alone and let us browse in peace.

I'm hanging out at Dad's apartment for a few while I'm waiting to go pick Marcus up at work (the car is still in the shop). Man, cable internet rocks! I wish our house would sell soon so we can move to town and get high speed internet. I need to get a new job, but I don't want to look while my living and school arrangements are so unstable. Somebody is supposed to look at it tomorrow, so I've got some major housecleaning to do when I get home. Oh, boy. I really let things go the last couple of weeks when I wasn't feeling well.

I keep forgetting that Dad is left-handed so we set the mouse up for him to use it left-handed. Keep clicking the wrong buttons!