August 16, 2002 :: 12:00 p.m.
there's a demon in the internet
I've read this book before, but it's good. So it'll do. I picked up my paycheck earlier, and unfortunately it's smaller than I'd expected. It didn't occur to me that since I was sick last week and left work early one day and didn't go another, my check would reflect that. Bah.
My computer is still being a bitch mofo. I think it's possessed. I really do. I mean, I can't think of any other explanation. It's in perfect working order, everything is hooked up right, all the plugs are plugged in, and yet it won't start. The monitor turns on, but not the computer itself. Hmm. Perhaps that means something. Perhaps the problem is not with the cords and the sockets but with something inside the machine. Not that knowing what's wrong would do me a whole lot of good, as I lack the computer genius skills needed to fix it. But dammit, it's pissing me off. I want to watch Amelie and I want to watch it now. GRRR.
I have no idea how I'm going to occupy myself today. My mom and I are going to go to Staples/Office Max at some point and look for a printer, but that's not until later. I have hours and hours of free time, minimal funds, and no friends. Add all that together and you've got a great big pile of bored Amanda. Adam's in Connecticut (*sad*), Amanda works, and Joe... well, I don't know, but we never do anything anymore. Blah. Bored, bored. I'm supposed to pay extra attention to the contents of the mailbox today and/or tomorrow, but I don't know why. I guess I'll find out when I go get the mail.
I had a soy dog for lunch. It was yummy. I don't think they actually taste like hotdogs, but that's okay, because I don't particularly remember what hotdogs taste like. Pig innards, I'd imagine. And you know I like the sound of that. Mmm, mmm, pig innards. That's what I want.
Well, I have to go. I've been told to put the dishes away (woo), and I don't really have anything else to write about. So yeah. I'll update later.
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