The bitch is back

Sorry, thought I'd keep in the Elton John mode with Squirl.

I have computer power now, of a sort. It's enough. I exchanged the hellishly defective power supply today. Imagine my delight when the LED actually lit up, and the power light on my laptop popped on when I plugged it in. Imagine my annoyance when my computer insisted on 90 watts instead of the 70 it was being supplied.

The good news is, it charged up my batteries, and seems to be continuing to do so as I work. I can live with this. I missed you guys!

Jim and I drove all the way across Minnesota on I-90. Here is my most enduring memory of Minnesota:



This is what we saw at every single rest stop along that stretch of highway in Minnesota. Every fucking one was closed. We decided Minnesota needed a new motto. Jim suggested "Minnesota: Get used to disappointment." My thought was "Minnesota: Cross your legs and move along now." No offense to any Minnesotans who may be reading this. Man, I hope Prince doesn't come 'round and thwack on me with his purple parasol. Well...on second thought, maybe I hope he does.

I am now in possession of power for my computer, a hairbrush, face powder, and underwear galore. More panties than you can shake a panty stick at. My wander through the mall made me bitchy as all fuckin' get out, and I can't say I wasn't sorely tempted when I turned the corner and beheld a tobacco shop. The little Devil Bucky on my shoulder kept sayin' "Awww, come on, nobody will know. It's just one. Don't be a pussy!" For the record, I put Smokin' Satan behind me and kept on goin'. But I did lust in my heart after those cigars. Say it with me: Ma-ca-nuuuuuuu-do. Mmmmmmmmm.

Did I mention that my toilet flooded yesterday morning, just before I left for class? It's not quite as disgusting as it sounds - the flushing mechanism had come detached, and my dumbass self decided it was a good idea to take the lid off the tank and do the flush by hand. Well, somebody who's a dumbass looked away at the wrong moment, for apparently too long a dumbass moment, and suddenly heard the water cascading from the tank onto the tile. That sound was followed by an enthusiastic dumbass tabernacle choir chorus of "Motherfucker!"s and "Cocksucker!"s and a mad scramble for towels.

Luckily, maintenance worked their magic, and my toilet flushes like a good little toilet now. I was so happy I began to emit a heavenly glow, as evidenced by this picture:


This should be a good start to my campaign for sainthood.

I'm sure I had more to say, but now that I have the chance, damned if I can think of it. I may, in fact, be back later. I may be a serial poster tonight. If I can't have my cigars, dammit, at least let me blog!