Why do I not have coffee bringing minions? Or perhaps some one to cook me an easily portable, tasty, healthy breakfast every morning and send me off with like a little thermos of iced coffee? I swear, I should get on that getting really rich thing, because clearly taking care of myself isn’t working out so well for me. I’m starving! I have no coffee!

Yesterday we got lots of exciting, awesome new CDs in the mail for free! This blogging thing doesn’t pay for shit, but at least someone thinks K and I are up to listening, so that’s something, eh?

After ripping all the the CDs to my iPod I went to clean out the closet. Ack. I haven’t put away any clothes or anything since we moved and it was getting hard to find things. a couple hours and a few whiny phone calls later, Jed came over to help, followed later by tubenerd, and they proceeded to make me try everything on and tell me what was working and what wasn’t. I now have four massive trash bags of clothes to give to charity. I feel lighter! Freer! Never mind that I still have more clothes left than one person probably needs.

Of course when I was all done putting stuff away and exhausted, the cable was out and the internet too. Fucking goddamn dicksmoking Comcast. There was way too much asshattery getting it “installed” already. If you define installed as as time-wasting bullshit where they fuck your cable all up, can’t get your internet to work and leave you with a set up that makes it impossible for you to use your Tivo, then yes, they installed it. And now, it doesn’t work at all again. Please not ask K about her interactions with the cable company or anything because, honestly, I do not want her head to explode. (The cable went out right when she sat down to watch the hockey game last night–and then the customer service lady told her that it probably didn’t work because our neighbors unhooked it to steal our service. What the fucking fuck?) Hopefully TV and internet at home tomorrow. We’ll see. If they send the same guy as they sent last week, I fear I’ll have to bail K out of jail.

I’m still starving. Writing this also did not solve my coffee problem.

ETA: coworker brought me coffee and coffee cake. The world is looking a little brighter.