Just a song before I go....
Nov. 10th, 2009 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyI'm at the library, getting my 'net fix. They've changed their system within the last few weeks---now one inputs their library card number to log in, and it responds by launching a little timer to count down one's remaining time (from one hour).
There's nothing I can do about the internet situation until I get this week's check. (Which is already gone, if I'm not mistaken. Half of it is toward the cable bill, another chunk to FPL, the water bill and I *have* to get gas, it's down to the sputter point. (My car has idiocyncrasies, including the fact that when the gas gauge gets below half a tank, it starts sputtering and trying to stall when braking.)
I just got a warning saying I have ten minutes remaining. I feel like Castiel, standing by the side of the road, saying, "The voice says I only have a few minutes left!"
Oh look! It gave me a 20 minute extension! Wasn't that nice of it? Carpe carp! Seize the fish! I'll take it if I can get it, that's for sure.
Okay, so, I'm *trying* to work on my crossover exchange fic. It's due December 4th, which is approaching with frightening rapidity. Barely three weeks away! Meaning I need to really buckle down, as I have a fairly complex idea in mind.
I'm going to be haunting the mailbox Friday morning, so I can snatch up my check and run to pay the cable bill. Not having internet capability is like losing a sense, almost. My instinctive reaction to something is, okay, I'll look that up---and I can't. No mail, no LJ, no Pit of Voles, no Wikipedia, no IMDb, no YouTube...no fun.
Okay, I'll be back when I can. Don't be strangers!
(Or at least not any stranger than you already are.)
There's nothing I can do about the internet situation until I get this week's check. (Which is already gone, if I'm not mistaken. Half of it is toward the cable bill, another chunk to FPL, the water bill and I *have* to get gas, it's down to the sputter point. (My car has idiocyncrasies, including the fact that when the gas gauge gets below half a tank, it starts sputtering and trying to stall when braking.)
I just got a warning saying I have ten minutes remaining. I feel like Castiel, standing by the side of the road, saying, "The voice says I only have a few minutes left!"
Oh look! It gave me a 20 minute extension! Wasn't that nice of it? Carpe carp! Seize the fish! I'll take it if I can get it, that's for sure.
Okay, so, I'm *trying* to work on my crossover exchange fic. It's due December 4th, which is approaching with frightening rapidity. Barely three weeks away! Meaning I need to really buckle down, as I have a fairly complex idea in mind.
I'm going to be haunting the mailbox Friday morning, so I can snatch up my check and run to pay the cable bill. Not having internet capability is like losing a sense, almost. My instinctive reaction to something is, okay, I'll look that up---and I can't. No mail, no LJ, no Pit of Voles, no Wikipedia, no IMDb, no YouTube...no fun.
Okay, I'll be back when I can. Don't be strangers!
(Or at least not any stranger than you already are.)