2006-09-10
The one in which our heroine is baffled by both simple technology and social situations.
There's a running joke in my family that our home was built on an Indian burial ground, because we were cursed when it came to anything electronic or technical. Now that I'm no longer living in that home, I now realize that the curse must be genetic, because I still have problems with all my electronics.
First, it was my computer. For whatever reason, half of the screen disappeared, and is still gone because it happened three days after my warrantee ended and it costs more the repair the computer than buy a new one.
The computer, she is broken.
Then, my cordless phone died, and not even replacing the battery can revive it.
And now the cell phone I (fucking) own is acting up. At some point someone left me a voicemail, which is odd because I'm not supposed to have voicemail on this phone. I have to enter a password in order to hear the message, but I don't know the password. Hopefully the message is not important.
I'm worried for the safety for my new Ipod, which I love so much it's sad. So far it's working just fine, but I'm sure within a few weeks it will begin to play songs backward and then blow up.
Last night I decided to go out rather then stay in for the umpteenth night in a row. And so I went down to one of the bars to see some bands, and I have to say it was one of the more awkward situations of my life. I don't know why last night was so different from any other night, but for whatever reason the separation between myself and all the people in the room felt like it spread out for miles. It's really true that the loneliness felt in a crowd of people is more lethal than the loneliness felt while being alone, because not only did I feel awkward but also like a leper, completely unable to connect with another person, ever.
Who knew that working on a Saturday would be the least pathetic thing about my weekend?
corin82 at 3:18 p.m.