today's letter

dear outlook express:

why have you stopped checking for e-mail every couple of minutes? or, more to the point, why have you stopped giving me the little icon that lets me know you've found new e-mail? i can open up the window to see if there are new messages, but i'm not in the habit of doing this if you haven't already told me it'll be worth my while.

in a frenzy,
fox

happy birthday

to glasshouseslive's Lucinator.

still the cutest!

i hate making phone calls.

i hate it more when the line is EXTREMELY NOISY, as mine is at the moment and i don't know why.

prescription: overridden, so i can pick up all the remaining refills at once. have communicated with pharmacy as well, to let them know this is okay with the insurance people. will retrieve tomorrow.

cable: disconnected.

phone: will be disconnected next monday.

DSL: on hold with someone who's looking to see if they can waive the early termination fee ($150!) for disconnecting my DSL before twelve months is up. dudes, i've been an earthlink subscriber for way more than 12 months -- it's not my fault you couldn't give me DSL at the place i was living before nine months ago.

cell phone: i'm going to go to the sprint store and talk to someone in person, rather than deal with being on hold and this staticy connection i've got -- not to mention navigating the website for a contact number. why do they make it so hard to figure out how to call customer service? rar.

PSA

i'm told that at least two e-mails sent to fox(at)empiredc(dot)com have bounced, and that another was sent but i never got it (don't know if it's actually bounced yet or what). i'm trying to determine what (the hell) is up with that, but in the meantime, please feel free to contact me at agent.reynard(at)gmail(dot)com.

THIS EVENING

had drinks with vice-skip D at the irish times. was fun. i like her a lot, even if she can be a bit much on the ice. (she knows this! which helps, but not enough.) acknowledged that it was tacky to order scotch whiskey at an irish bar, so the bartender gave me jamison's and soda. yum. two of these, in pint glasses, and for the third round i asked him (in the spirit of, i'm leaving) to make me something blue with no rum in it (and not too strong, because i had to drive). result: vodka, gin, tequila, ... something else, dekuyper's Pucker, and sour mix. also in a pint glass. (basically: everything in the well that's clear. add something blue. shake.) cut with soda water, because i asked for it weak. it would have been a blue motorcycle, he said. so i suggested that this was more of a blue scooter.

that's fun to say. try it. blue scooter. blue scooter. blue scooter.

he was cute.

i didn't care.

(yeah, 'fraid so.)

anyway. then i drove home, which, by the time i got there, might not have been the smartest idea. i was fine to drive! when i got in the car. it was a good thing i got home when i did, is all. and watched a little due south with darthrami and ellen_fremedon, plus i sold darthrami the remains of my laundry card and gave her most of a mixed six-pack of beer. i had one grolsch left, and i'm drinking it now. mmmmmmmmmmyum.