Spent most of the night dealing with an equipment problem on the Diaryland server, so so so aggravating, I think my hair is going to fall out, and my ears are all red from the steam that was coming out of them for hours. To top it off, I feel sort of bad cause the technician guys who were working at fixing the server got it fixed finally and my first reply was sort of just "ok good", a bit terse, since I was still pretty annoyed at the server being down to begin with. So a few minutes later I was thinking, no matter who was to blame, they were working to fix this all night, until like 1 AM. I wrote them a belated, much nicer thank-you note, but I still feel pretty bad, maybe because in my guilt I actually thought "maybe I should send them a thank-you card or maybe a cake", WHICH IS WHAT GRANDMOTHERS DO. Don't get me wrong, I love grandmothers, and I hope to be one myself one day, but as of right now, I am not a grandmother, and I should not be thinking like one! I mean okay, I like a little crochet now and then, and I'm always in for a night of hot cocoa and hotter Canasta, but that does not make me grandmotherly, okay? Do you have that straight dear? Good.
1:25 a.m. - 2001-04-20