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(I just edited this post. I was going to remove someone from my friends list not for any personal reason but for practical reasons, but I decided not to. for personal reasons. nothing bad!)

by the way, in the story in which I began detailing the many events of Saturday, September 9th, I would like to comment (since Ragdoll started freaking) that NOBODY HURTS THE PARROT. I'm just using her to make a point about the character of my stepgrandmother and to foreshadow the killer argument I had with the nasty lady just a few minutes further on in the story. OK? OK.

I have been driving myself insane trying to install my Graphire into the new computer. First there were mouse conflicts, then no mouse conflicts but no tablet functionality either, then the himem.sys file went missing and the DOS that came on the system is extremely fucked and won't even recognize my cdrom drive, so I can't retrieve it from the installation cds. Frankly it's really on my tits and I'm going to call the computer place and complain about the configuration of the system, which is their fault, not mine (considering that their store's networking prompts start up whenever Windows does or I make a connection to my ISP). Bah. Why can't everything be nice and trouble-free like the iBook-of-Love I am typing on now?

In a little over 90 minutes I need to leave to go to the laundromat. The night has really gone zooming by... and I don't mean that in a good way at all.

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I am tired! I want to go to sleep, but I need to stay up at least a few more hours (either that, or ensure that I only sleep a few hours if I go to sleep now... I prefer the former option to the latter, because it means that when I get up I will actually be useful for DOING something, as opposed to a sleep-deprived mess with itchy achy eyes and no energy). I guess I will be missing Sex and the City tonight, although I might be able to catch the western satellite feed.

I just got home from running errands. I went to McD's to grab a breakfast sandwich, to the laundromat and dried four loads (including my most excellent buttercream-colored "raining cats and dogs" flannel sheets, which I will be able to start using sometime in the next month or so), then to Wal-Mart to get a battery for my digicam, then to the carwash to... duh. I'm disappointed with my carwashing job, though... the hood is all streaky and I didn't get all the dead bug smears off. I will have to go later this week. (It is a good thing I am not a Jainist, because the insect homicide alone wreakedby my vehicle would make me a religious outcast. Not that a Jainist would drive or anything.) I was also mildly stunned that 9V batteries cost so damn much at WalMart - Duracells were $7 for a pack of 2 and no single batteries were available! I could have bought the RayOVac ones but I was a little suspicious of them... anyone know how RayOVac batteries do? They cost about half what Duracell does.

I was in a stressed mood between the laundromat and WalMart and thinking about the current financial crisis, but then I turned the radio on and the Beastie Boys were singing "Intergalactic." While I like the Boys, I'm not a huge fan (don't own any of their cds, for example), but it was the perfect thing to brighten my mood. It's a beautiful day - warm, breezy, and mostly clear, with fluffy white clouds speeding across the sky like some film-school student's wet dream - time to put the windows down and crank the radio up. This is why sunroofs were invented.

I came home and cleaned out the car, hopefully removing any source of Bad Smells. It's reeked in there for the past two weeks but I have no idea why, and frequent sprayings of Ozium seem to be doing no good. Later tonight I am going to do the bills. (I keep saying that, don't I?)

When I got into the house, my mother had left me a message which was all sweet and friendly, so I called her and informed her of my intention to get a job so that I could make house and car payments, and she got... I don't know, she wasn't touched per se, or mad, but she was like "Honey, you don't have to do that, that's not your job, it's mine... just worry about school." (Come on, I'm 24... it wouldn't hurt me to pay rent, even if she reimburses me for it with the insurance payments, as she has said she will if I go this route. I don't think it's altruistic, I think it's just trying to behave like a grownup and accept what I see as my responsibilities... I guess "Mom won't let me support myself... yay!" is the flipside of "Mom occasionally treats me like a child and orders me around and stuff.") Still, even if not paying off her debt, I am in debt and would like to knock it down. It's only a few hundred dollars, but the less time I am paying it, the better. I don't like to be in credit card debt at all, and I want my credit cards to be open for purchases if I need them, not run up. Between them I have to make almost $100 in payments a month, and that's more than I want to spend on interest.

So, that is the news. I am going to read or do housework or something. I really need to put a new bulb in the lamp in the living room, so I can accomplish things in my work area at night... I've been putting it off all summer, but now that school has started I can't go on doing collages with XActo knives on my lap in bed! work work work work work, that's all it is.

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Here is something I must add so that all my friends can make fun of me:

A while ago I bought a Rubbermaid BagelKeeper. I was so thrilled: finally! a place in which I can keep my tasty treats before I cook them! hurrah!

Last week I brought bagels home and confidently, happily placed them in their designated container.

Today I looked at the remaining bagels, which I haven't touched in a few days.

They have large green fuzzy polkadots on them.

While this is innovative and decorative, not to mention medicinal, I doubt it will be palatable.

Back to the drawing board. My mother says I should slice the bagels before I put them into the container, and then store the whole mess in the freezer. It's an idea.

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blah. I'm awake. I wanted to sleep til midnight but apparently 10PM is the best I'm going to do.

Zardoz is on. This movie is intensely bizarre, as well as goofy in a 70s way. It's not as much fun as Barbarella because it takes itself pretty seriously and there aren't really fabulous costumes, though there are some interesting art direction concepts.

I have to go to school in twelve hours. I have to be awake! I don't know whether I am going to try to go back to sleep after Sex and the City at midnight, or just drown myself in caffeine.