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t always seems to be raining in the morning when I wake up at the Brick Mansion in the 'Hood. The drops sing a song of endless bed coziness as they fall that enormous distance from the clogged and leaking gutters way up on the edge of the roof. Jen fixed me some coffee and toast and then returned me home. Here I am, unable to make any career-advancing movements due to a lack of a car and endless rain. There's even some thunder and lightening. Nicholas the Cat is still wearing a little cotton collar upon which Deya wrote, "happy meowch day!" (in reference to my birthday). Shira the Dog has been tracked down to the SPCA. I don't know what hoops Matthew and Angela will have to jump through to spring her out this time. They had to tell all kinds of lies to get her out last time.
omehow Angela was able to spring Shira from the SPCA without delay. I noticed, by the way, that the dog has completely ripped off the side light on my Dart with her idiotic leash-bound antics on her zip line. I found this infuriating; it's just another thing that I'm going to have to fix in order to pass inspection. My personal property has no value around this place and it's depressing. It seems that when one lives with people who care little about the value of material things and money (Matthew and Angela), one is forced to live within such a value system. I have a different view of course. To me, material things and money are precious because they represent work, time, my life, things that I refuse to squander repeatedly with a Matthew Hart smirk. I spent an obscene amount of time and work trying to make the floppy drive on my computer more reliable. It's been flaky of late, even while I'm most depending on it. Now that I have no home internet access, you see, I need to prepare a floppy before I can go to UVA and upload my musings. I like to work on my equipment while it's on. Doing so is stupid, I know, but powering down while I'm watching teevee on the little teevee window is a major drag. Well, today I managed to blow up a floppy drive by attaching it to its power cable in an inappropriate manner. I could smell the smell of burning electronics, so I knew the damage was permanent. I've found that floppy drives are particularly susceptible to fuck ups of this sort. This experience, combined with the discovery of the dog-caused loss of my Dart's side light, left me experiencing an aggravation akin in many ways to rage. While I felt these intense emotions, by the way, I was watching one of those real-life cam-corded police shows about traffic accidents and road rage. Argh, I felt in need of some kind of stress management program. I think the rainy weather, my lack of income and my various housemate/friendship aggravations & frustrations is starting to eat at my emotions. And the only real emotion I can muster these days is rage.
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