Ugh. Internet connection is all whookie. Or something. I think I made that word up. But, it's not staying connected.
Which is better than it being all Wookie, which means that it kind-of growls at you and you have to let it win at chess.
Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
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Ugh. Internet connection is all whookie. Or something. I think I made that word up. But, it's not staying connected.
Which is better than it being all Wookie, which means that it kind-of growls at you and you have to let it win at chess.
Which is better than it being all Wookie, which means that it kind-of growls at you and you have to let it win at chess.
Good to know!
Right there with the jitters - had me a Depth Charge/Shot In The Dark/Red Eye/WeverTFitis today. Large. I think my eyelids are blinking in Morse Code now.I just went to go get my mail for some specific reason. By the time I got to the mailbox, I couldn't recall what I was looking for. By the time I walked back to my apartment, I couldn't even remember why I had gone at all.
Just remembered I was looking for something specific but I still don't recall what it was. So I ate cereal instead.
Brain is buzzing with white noise like whoa.
I just spent forty minutes on the phone with Cingular.
::bangs head against desk::
They sent a letter about our new plan to our address, with our phone number on it ... addressed to my mother-in-law's aunt (who used to live at this address) and has been DEAD for six years.
They seem not to know how this happened. The woman was 104 when she died. Needless to say, never had a cell phone with them or anyone else. Also is not listed on my bank account.
Their solution? To make a note in our account, "not to send any more mail about your account addressed to her." You think?!
JZ, does apple juice help you at all? Have you broken out the Prunes of Last Resort?
I just went to go get my mail for some specific reason. By the time I got to the mailbox, I couldn't recall what I was looking for. By the time I walked back to my apartment, I couldn't even remember why I had gone at all.
Just remembered I was looking for something specific but I still don't recall what it was. So I ate cereal instead.
Oh Cass--I shouldn't laugh, but it's like your in my brain today.
AmyLiz GAH! Cingular can bite me. They've f-ed up my bill more times than I can tell you.
That reminds me to go visit The Consumerist!
Cingular sounds even worse than ADT. We had one of their alarms at our old address. But their records had our alarm located at a different address. Even after we'd repeatedly corrected them. Multiple times over a period of several years. Which we couldn't get out of because of the longterm contract.
After our latest move, an ADT rep came by wanting to install an alarm in our home. I'm not sure, but I may have made him cry.
I'm not sure, but I may have made him cry.
Heh.
Oh Cass--I shouldn't laugh, but it's like your in my brain today.You have my sympathies.
I just spent ten minutes on the phone with Mom O' Cass and she is freaking insane. She is leaving for a trip with her two favorite brothers and their husbands today for two days in Vancouver and then a cruise to Alaska.
She doesn't have the itinerary to send to me. Doesn't know where she is staying. And insisted on putting me on speaker phone while she mutters to herself and occasionally to me. Never found the information...
I'm the emergency contact for all five of them, if something happens, I will know. Which is what I finally told her before I hunged up on her. With love, of course.
Anyone ever wonders why I am crazy? I learned it from watching her man, I learned it from watching her.