May. 11th, 2005 09:24 am
"It's been comin' for some time"
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muckefuckWakey wakey!
One of my bar buddies told me last night that he was looking forward to the front coming through. I love thunderstorms too, I told him, but I love 'em a lot better at say, 8 p.m., then at 2 a.m., when I have to run around the house closing windows and then can't get back to sleep for hours. Around five, I was awakened by the rising wind, but it wasn't enough to get me to close the windows. The thunder didn't hit until 7 a.m., with the rain coming shortly after at the perfect time to bugger up not only road and rail but also air traffic. My morning DJ awoke me with CCR. Mercifully, it had tapered off to drizzle before I got my ass out of the house; on the last stretch, there were only drips to dodge and puddles to jump. Also, honeysuckle in bloom! It can't be long now before the huge bridal wreath hedges come into their glory.
"We're sorry your call did not go through" : Day 6
Messages on my machine the last two nights from the phone guy. I finally had a chance to return his call this morning, which brings me up to at least seven calls to five people over the past six days with no end in sight. His advice last night consisted of a reminder to dial "1" and the area code before numbers outside my own area code. Today I was able to confirm that, yes, I do actually know how to dial a number in Illinois and no, my phone really isn't working. He says he'll send out a guy to check the connexion to my apartment, but I don't suppose anything will come of it. In my head, I've already left them and any continued foolishness is an attempt to get the fee for my last month of (so-called) service waived.
One of my bar buddies told me last night that he was looking forward to the front coming through. I love thunderstorms too, I told him, but I love 'em a lot better at say, 8 p.m., then at 2 a.m., when I have to run around the house closing windows and then can't get back to sleep for hours. Around five, I was awakened by the rising wind, but it wasn't enough to get me to close the windows. The thunder didn't hit until 7 a.m., with the rain coming shortly after at the perfect time to bugger up not only road and rail but also air traffic. My morning DJ awoke me with CCR. Mercifully, it had tapered off to drizzle before I got my ass out of the house; on the last stretch, there were only drips to dodge and puddles to jump. Also, honeysuckle in bloom! It can't be long now before the huge bridal wreath hedges come into their glory.
"We're sorry your call did not go through" : Day 6
Messages on my machine the last two nights from the phone guy. I finally had a chance to return his call this morning, which brings me up to at least seven calls to five people over the past six days with no end in sight. His advice last night consisted of a reminder to dial "1" and the area code before numbers outside my own area code. Today I was able to confirm that, yes, I do actually know how to dial a number in Illinois and no, my phone really isn't working. He says he'll send out a guy to check the connexion to my apartment, but I don't suppose anything will come of it. In my head, I've already left them and any continued foolishness is an attempt to get the fee for my last month of (so-called) service waived.