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novapsyche) wrote2004-06-26 06:22 pm
novapsyche) wrote2004-06-26 06:22 pm
An imperfect weekend
I went to Fahrenheit 9/11 Thursday night. (Good movie, btw.) After it let out, I went to the parking garage, got into the line for the exit, and proceeded to not budge for 25 minutes. I've never seen anything like it. The line was just not moving. By the time I backed up and got in a line I noticed was moving, it was around 2:40 a.m. I didn't get to bed until 3:30, which meant the earliest I went to sleep was around 4:00.
I was pretty much dragging ass all the next day. In fact, I went to bed at 8:00.
I woke up this morning and went out to meet this man at an insurance company who had placed an ad in the paper this week. Apparently there were computers to be had for $90. So I bought one. There was a better one (i.e., had more RAM) for $60 more, but I'm rather broke. I brought the box home, hooked it up, then took it back down when I realized that I didn't know exactly what I needed to do to get it hooked up to the Internet. I believe it has a modem, but I'm so hardware illiterate, I really can't tell. (There were areas where the phone jacks go in, so that's a good sign. But I still can't get it to work.) Plus, I installed Rollercoaster Tycoon and, to my dismay, found that there were small hesitations when it ran. So, back to the box with the whistling power supply.
I had thoughts about DXM, so I took a nap (classic mental avoidance technique). In my dream, I repeatedly had the sensation of waking up in my bed, getting up and walking--I could feel the carpet underneath my feet--but later I'd look down and find I was still in bed. The first time this happened, it was novel enough to be intriguing; the latter instances just agitated me. Later, I ran into Blade, who was commenting that he was wanting to spend time with a mutual friend of ours, but he was resisting because of other people who were there. I told him that if seeing that person is what he wants to do, he should do it. He said, "Really?" and I said, "If that's what you want to do, and it's in your power to make it so, you should do so." He and I ended up on a couch, sleeping feet to face; I had my arm around his calf. I thought, "I really hope I don't 'wake up' like I have with the carpet under my feet feeling." And soon after, Blade's leg disappeared from my arms, and I fell to my knees weeping.
I don't nap well on Saturdays.
I was pretty much dragging ass all the next day. In fact, I went to bed at 8:00.
I woke up this morning and went out to meet this man at an insurance company who had placed an ad in the paper this week. Apparently there were computers to be had for $90. So I bought one. There was a better one (i.e., had more RAM) for $60 more, but I'm rather broke. I brought the box home, hooked it up, then took it back down when I realized that I didn't know exactly what I needed to do to get it hooked up to the Internet. I believe it has a modem, but I'm so hardware illiterate, I really can't tell. (There were areas where the phone jacks go in, so that's a good sign. But I still can't get it to work.) Plus, I installed Rollercoaster Tycoon and, to my dismay, found that there were small hesitations when it ran. So, back to the box with the whistling power supply.
I had thoughts about DXM, so I took a nap (classic mental avoidance technique). In my dream, I repeatedly had the sensation of waking up in my bed, getting up and walking--I could feel the carpet underneath my feet--but later I'd look down and find I was still in bed. The first time this happened, it was novel enough to be intriguing; the latter instances just agitated me. Later, I ran into Blade, who was commenting that he was wanting to spend time with a mutual friend of ours, but he was resisting because of other people who were there. I told him that if seeing that person is what he wants to do, he should do it. He said, "Really?" and I said, "If that's what you want to do, and it's in your power to make it so, you should do so." He and I ended up on a couch, sleeping feet to face; I had my arm around his calf. I thought, "I really hope I don't 'wake up' like I have with the carpet under my feet feeling." And soon after, Blade's leg disappeared from my arms, and I fell to my knees weeping.
I don't nap well on Saturdays.