frustration and bed-swopping
Sunday, 5 November 2006 07:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtI-Burst is living up to its name. Bursts of actual connectivity, interposed with long periods of sulking during which the signal needle drops down to the bottom of the dial and quivers despairingly, and pages either refuse to load entirely, or refuse to load any pictures. Go Fug Yourself with no pictures is strangely pointless to the point of being Zen. However! the Evil Landlord has contracted one of the I-Burst guys to come and sort out an actual aerial, so my remaining fragments of hair may be rescued from being torn out completely, and Gmail may stop booting me randomly out of chats. Personally, I think we need a weather balloon and about 100m of cable, so we can suspend the I-Burst box in the air above the house. The Evil Landlord, for some reason, is unkeen about this idea, but I think it'll add a certain je ne sais quoi to the house.
In other news, my possible departure from these shores looks all the more likely in cosmic terms, as (a) I have just secured a new bed, or rather one that used to belong to the Friendly Psychologist, but which is much newer, back-friendly, more aesthetically pleasing and less creaky than mine*, and (b) the Evil Landlord has just discovered a nice builder gentleman who will, sometime in the new year, unleash Bride of the Army of Reconstruction in order to reduce my bedroom to rubble and rebuild it from the ground up. Well, not entirely, but they'll dig up the floor and damp-course it properly, remodel the bathroom, raise the roof and fix the cracks in the walls. This will, inevitably, be the signal not only for the Evil Landlord's bankruptcy, but for five overseas universities to offer me ideal, lucrative contracts I can't possibly turn down, at which point my head will explode.
Actual essays marked this weekend: 2.5. Number of Ankh Morpork City Watch novels re-read: 3.5. Number of possible but non-functional configurations tried out in re-assembling the new bed: 6. Outlook for rest of day: nose to grindstone, at least until this evening, at which point we get Thai Take-Out (i.e. jo&stv invade our kitchen and cook incredible Thai food while being fed cocktails courtesy of the Evil Landlord's new obsession with such after acquiring a cocktail recipe book). We'd be drinking Cosmopolitans if![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
first_fallen and her evil partner hadn't raided the 'fridge and flattened all the cranberry juice on Thursday night. *miff*
* taking suggestions on creative things to do with an elderly pine queen-sized bed and dodgy mattress. Should probably not involve catapults and the nasty next-door-neighbour, as the EL has already suggested that and been turned down flat.
In other news, my possible departure from these shores looks all the more likely in cosmic terms, as (a) I have just secured a new bed, or rather one that used to belong to the Friendly Psychologist, but which is much newer, back-friendly, more aesthetically pleasing and less creaky than mine*, and (b) the Evil Landlord has just discovered a nice builder gentleman who will, sometime in the new year, unleash Bride of the Army of Reconstruction in order to reduce my bedroom to rubble and rebuild it from the ground up. Well, not entirely, but they'll dig up the floor and damp-course it properly, remodel the bathroom, raise the roof and fix the cracks in the walls. This will, inevitably, be the signal not only for the Evil Landlord's bankruptcy, but for five overseas universities to offer me ideal, lucrative contracts I can't possibly turn down, at which point my head will explode.
Actual essays marked this weekend: 2.5. Number of Ankh Morpork City Watch novels re-read: 3.5. Number of possible but non-functional configurations tried out in re-assembling the new bed: 6. Outlook for rest of day: nose to grindstone, at least until this evening, at which point we get Thai Take-Out (i.e. jo&stv invade our kitchen and cook incredible Thai food while being fed cocktails courtesy of the Evil Landlord's new obsession with such after acquiring a cocktail recipe book). We'd be drinking Cosmopolitans if
first_fallen and her evil partner hadn't raided the 'fridge and flattened all the cranberry juice on Thursday night. *miff** taking suggestions on creative things to do with an elderly pine queen-sized bed and dodgy mattress. Should probably not involve catapults and the nasty next-door-neighbour, as the EL has already suggested that and been turned down flat.
