Domestic Geek

I have just arrived home after spending the afternoon at my friend Nina's house. Her 25th birthday was the 5th and she had planned a gathering for the 7th, but dumb-assed me has been so out of it from being sick that I totally forgot to ask for it off from work. So I worked while everyone else took a trip to the zoo. Marcus had never been to the Denver Zoo before, and apparently he had a really good time.



Today we had pizza from Pizza Hut. Mike's iguana, Gorgo, decided to take a flying leap off of his perch and landed right in the middle of my plate. He grabbed my breadstick and took off running. It was the funniest thing ever. After we ate, we played several hands of Uno, had cheese pie and ice cream, and listened to some South Park songs while Nina opened her gifts.

I'm still not feeling up to snuff. The antibiotics I'm on are causing a yeast infection. Yay. Last night, while I was working, I was running a fever that was causing my windows to fog up. I didn't want to take anything to bring the fever down because I want the germs in me to DIE! I will be so glad when I finally get over this crap.

I received this awhile back in my email:

SUBJECT: POEM FOR COMPUTER USERS OVER 40

A computer was something on TV
From a Science Fiction show of note,
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the father of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.

A Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-in. floppy
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for a while.

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head.
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they wish they were dead.