Had a pretty good day yesterday....

Was actually up at 7am for a change, though not for long.
Got up to call the horsefarm, as Mrs Boss had told me the day before they might need me.
They didn't.
Oh well.

Good thing I was up anyway.
Nextel was starting their shit again.
Sonsabitches... seems like I'm paying on that frickin' bill every three days, I swear.

This time when I called in, I made it PERFECTLY clear that the only feature I give a rat's ass about is the direct-connect AND since they no longer have the market cornered on that, I was MORE THAN WILLING to pay the stupid $200 to break my contract and find another service that's less of a pain in my ASS.

Upon hearing that, the chick I was bitching to quickly "fixed" shit for me.
For one thing, they'd DOUBLED the rate to call Canada.
Well, that pissed me right the fuck off.
Woulda been nice had they made that shit CLEAR.
She tried the old "We said it on the billing statement" shit and I asked her, "Do you have any IDEA what that mess looks like to begin with? You could have Jimmy Hoffa stapled to that stupid thing and a person could miss it... that's crap."
After she quit giggling she prorated my account to the new 9 cents a minute rate that I signed up for.
Then, since I was being funnily-annoyed and semi-cooperative, she also hooked me up with a new plan... less money a month and I get two more hours of free "nights and weekends" phone time and an additional 500 "other" minutes a month.

So, my current bill is now less than the GNP of Lichtenstein once again, I have a better plan and they can bite my left butt cheek, those sneaky boogers, with their doubling the rate to Canada crap.

Then, after that, I was falling asleep sitting here, so I went back to sleep for a while.

Got up again, came back down here and... MY BOOK IS HERE!!!!
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil and goodgawdalmighty is it GOOD.

I promptly ripped it outta the manila envelope, put my feet up on this very desk, lit a cig, propped my "new magnifying reading glasses (thanks, Love!)" on my nose and dove in.

Was still reading it when George got home.
Continued reading it as we drove to a town about 30 miles away to buy some guys air conditioner for $100 that he was selling on Craig's list.

Little fucker works GOOD, too.

Instead of the big lame-assed one we had in this room (which has now been "blown out" with an air compressor and has remembered how to work and been installed in Jr's. room), we now have this one in the diningroom, with a fan in the doorway to this room and it's cooling the whole downstairs.
Muuuuch better.

You can actually be in the kitchen without wilting in under two minutes.

Maybe I'll clean in there now more than once a week and while it's light out.
I'd reverted to my "night-shift ways" since it's gotten hotter than hell lately... as if you can't tell from the time of this post...

We got back with said air conditioner and I made dinner.
All the guys went to bed and I got to have a really long, very cool convo with Cat by IM.
Made me cry, he did.
I miss him sooo much and when he tells me what Rob used to say to him about me... man... I had no idea.
Just the fact that Rob even knew which one I was is enough, but when Cat tells me the things Rob said... fuck man... I'm gonna cry again if I don't shut up about it.

When you keep sex outta things, you can have ever so much more...

Then, I think I mighta made a new friend online.
Time will tell.
I do hope so.

Meanwhile, another dear friend got a bit of a gut-punch, which makes me hurt for him. I hate it that he gets hurt by stupid shit that women do.
He's a great guy and he deserves only the BEST.
Some women are so frickin' stupid, ya know?
Can't see what the hell they're lookin' at.

It's their loss, but his hurt.

And, now I've just gotten done watching two of my favorite episodes of Roseanne.
Dan beats the dicksnot out of Fisher because Fisher beat up Jackie.

Lord, I love Dan.
John Goodman, too.
That dude can sing.

He was in the Broadway musical that Roger Miller wrote, Big River, I think it's called.
John played Huck Finn's Daddy and he does a song called "Gum'mint" and it is GREAT.
He's got an excellent voice.
And... he's cuter'n all hell.
I love big guys like him and Drew Carey.
And, Rob Reiner who happens to look like my Dad's twin these days.

And now... I'm about ready to take my book and go to bed and read, which will take me back to Georgia since Cat showed me the Mercer house and I KNOW the streets and places they're speaking of in that book.
Can't wait til I get to the part where Cat himself shows up.

Yep.
Cat is IN that book.
He was friends with and worked for Jim Williams, the guy the book is about.

And, on that note and in spite of the fact that another episode of Roseanne has just started, I'm outta here.

Peace y'all......

Posted by: Stevie at 03:18 AM

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