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Sucky Sucky Day

Today sucked SO FREAKING HARD! Really. First of all, some evil spyware downloaded itself onto my computer and froze all the programs, changed the desktop to a poorly worded and even more atrociously spelled warning about how my computer now had spyware on it and the only wayto get rid of it was to run the program it installed. Then it would open IE and try to go to a gay porn site, but IE wouldn’t let it. I tried everything, but, after consulting Squeals, the only thing I could do was wipe out my C drive and re-install Windows. This wasn’t such a big deal because I’m paranoid, and only use the C drive for Windows (all the good stuff is on the Z and D drives), but as always there were complications. I inherited 3 different Windows XP installation disks from various nerds, and lo and behold, none of them had working serial numbers! Thus I reformatted my C drive, but couldn’t put an operating system on it. Somewhere I have 18 disks of Windows 3.11– I should have just used those!

So I got really annoyed. But before I could start breaking things, Davey from work said he was having a BBQ and I should go over and jam with him and some buddies. So I started out on my bike. It was sunny and beautiful and about 70 degrees. I got about 5 feet away from my house when the chain on my bike came off. This is normally not such a big deal, but in this case it got stuck behind the bolt that was holding the back tire rack on and I couldn’t get it out from underneath it. I couldn’t take the bolt out easily either, because it was too long and kept hitting the gears. How did it get on in the first place? Someone had to have taken the entire back wheel off! I didn’t have the patience for that, so I managed to get it out by bending it a little bit. I put the chain back on, but the bolt wouldn’t go back on since now that the chain was in place, there was even less room for it to maneuver in. Thus I secured the rack in place with a piece of wire, opting to go to the hardware store on the way to Winthrop.

I got to the hardware store and bought a bolt that seemed to be perfect (of course I wrote the wrong code# down for it and paid 45 cents when I should have only paid 15, but whatever)… but when I got it on the bike, it was too short. So, I went and bought the next size longer (17 cents!), but of course that one was too long. The last time I went in I bought a smaller wing nut for the first bolt and that seemed to do the trick, although it’s still a little loose and will probably have to be replaced soonish.

After wasting all that time I finally got on the T, which is a pain because of course I am on the Red Line, which crosses every other line except the Blue Line. In fact, of the Red, Blue, Orange and Green lines, the only two that don’t cross each other are the Red and the Blue, of course. This makes for extra fun dragging the 50 billion pound pile of ancient 1960s era metal (a homeless dude collecting cans was really impressed with my bike though, and told me all about his Raleigh from the 1960s that had just snapped in half for some unknown reason) up extra stairways and escalators. When I got to the Blue Line finally I had to wait forever as at least 3 trains going in the wrong direction went by as well asĀ  2 “test trains” (such a tease!). When a train finally showed up it was too crowded with people wheeling gigantic baby buggies who always stop right in the doorway so nobody can get by for me to even get on. Thus I had to wait for the NEXT train. Oy vey. By the time I got to Winthrop it was about 55 degrees and looking like it was about to rain.

All this was occurring with me not having eaten anything all day, being still slightly sick (was out of work with a fever the previous two days), still pissed off at the computer, and not having taken any meds (the prescription ran out and I have to visit the shrink again for a refill). I was cranky. I finally got to Davey’s place and we were jamming with this Asian kid on drums– it was actually pretty fun, but I tend to get frustrated easily in this frame of mind. Plus, these other friends of his came over and they were all asking me how old I was and I could easily have been their mothers since they are all TEENAGERS! Jeez. What am I doing hanging out with kids still in high school? Does this make me really cool and down with the kids? No, I think it makes me really fucking pathetic actually. Whatever, it was fun until I started freaking out inwardly from frustration and went to leave… and discovered that I hadn’t gotten a Windows disk from Dave and he still needed to burn it etc. etc. Anyway, we all ended up barbecuing and that was pretty rad.

I didn’t even mind the obnoxiously long ride back that was made even more annoying by the fact that I was bringing my bass back to practice to now I had to negotiate the narrow stairways in the T stations with a large clunky poorly anchored instrument as well as an ancient heavy bike.

But anyway, the Windows disk worked and here I am back on the innernets, spyware free. I guess the day didn’t turn out so badly after all, but damn was I near ready to kill something! I haven’t been this short on patience in a while. I feel bad imposing my irritating qualities on people under these circumstances– I should just quarantine myself when I get like this. instead I just get really quiet and people think I’m weird or stuck-up or something. whatever. Do I care that much what people think? Especially when I am probably the same age as said peoples parents? God I feel OLD. I need to start hanging out in nursing homes or something, at least then maybe I’ll feel younger.

On another note, I’ve got a new job! Laura and Jack need a nanny for Nathan (he’s uh… 3 months old now?) and I’m just that fed up with watering plants. I’m going to give my 2 weeks notice tomorrow! It will be so weird having a job where I can wear real clothing… I’ve gotten really used to throwing on a work shirt and whatever pair of non-jeans I have lying around that is the least smelly and covered in spanish moss/dirt/foam crumbs. I may have to pay attention to what I’m wearing again! Or not; it’s not like 3-month old babies require much impressing. God I’m such a cranky bastard. I really need to chill out today.

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