sofiaviolet: Seriously, how did you get to be this age without dying of stupid? (how are you not dead of stupid?)
Do you guys want the whole saga of how NStar fails?

I came home from class to find the power out. I fumbled around my room for a minute, but it's so dark in there that there was no way I could put my hands on an old bill. And no electricity means no internet, so that's out.

I called Mom, but she didn't answer her phone, so I called Dad and made him look up the phone number. Called, reported my power out, signed up to get a call whenever they had more info. Poked at the circuit breakers.

Got two calls back almost immediately. One from the automated system saying that repairs in my area should be done by 7, and one from an actual person saying that it was just my apartment, call the landlord.

Went down to the basement to see if there was anything else I could poke. Found an orange tag on the doorknob saying they had disconnected one meter because they had no record of anyone using it, or something like that.

Found nothing to poke at, so I called the landlord. Confused the shit out of him because he actually knows me as Sofia, not [legalname]. He said NStar had disconnected a random meter that only served two lights or something, but he'd call them in the morning.

Went back inside, called Dad again. He talked me through the circuit panel, to no avail. Then he sent me to look at the meters, but they're inside and behind a door I don't have a key to.

Went back inside, left my bedroom light "on," and took a nap. At a quarter past 7, no power and no new updates. I have a paper due tomorrow; my laptop's battery lasts about two and a half hours; my paper has already taken two and a half hours tonight and it's not quite done (I could turn it in as is, but I want to add more facts and bring it back within the page limit).

So I decided to haul myself back to campus, where I am right now. I left the apartment and couldn't help seeing the apartment next to me.

And their goddamn lights on.

NStar disconnected the wrong fucking meter.

And of course there's no one in the office after five. So I'm going to wake up tomorrow and start calling until I get someone real. It's gonna be really fun trying to take a shower in a room with no windows.


All I wanna know is whose bill I've been paying. Because I have been paying one.

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.

sofiaviolet: xkcd: stick figure in front of a computer with text: Someone is wrong on the internet. (wrong on the internet)
So, I have this program. It's meant for novelists. It has a nifty auto-save feature that has saved my ass a couple of times.

Not this time. I should have known something was up when it didn't prompt me to save my project under a specific name. I've tried to open the backup and all I get is an error message and absolutely no data.

Eight hundred words of outline and five thousand words (of the first part of a five part story) have vanished into the ether.


The only good news is, when I rewrite this, maybe my characters will behave themselves and not decide they're going to have sex in the first chapter. And I do have a very sparse version of that outline in a notebook, that I can consult. And since all of this was written on March 2, 3, and 4, I mostly remember it.

My next attempt to write will be taking place in a notebook, thank you very much.


ETA: In an hour and a half, wrote almost a thousand words of outline just for the part of the story my computer ate. \o/ Will finish rewriting outline when I wake up.
sofiaviolet: drawing of three violets and three leaves (Default)
Somebody who has any idea, please tell me: is it normal for the transcript of 30 minutes of conversation to take up 17 pages, single-spaced?

Srsly. My stapler choked; the squishy bit of my hand between my thumb and wrist feels bruised from trying to driver staples through that mess. I had to steal paper from [livejournal.com profile] zachens's printer twice, because the first time, I didn't take enough.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] susanandleonard, maybe you want to stick with your old printer. Mine claims its black ink cartridge is at least half full, yet it's printing text in greyscale and leaving off the tops of words. Even after cleaning the cartridges with the little printer utility. Whereas [livejournal.com profile] zachens's printer (same exact one, except for serial number, and also it has a different color usb cable) just refused to print. It would let me check the ink levels, but if I sent an actual print request, the connection just wasn't there. I did all the dead chicken waving I could think of: I tried his cable, unplugged it and plugged it back in, then tried my cable. No dice. (Although now I'm thinking I should have tried turning his printer off and then on again.)

Whatever. I have class in an hour and twenty and I am actually in possession of everything I need to keep on passing linguistics, and at least I haven't put my fist through any electronics this morning.

Yet. There's still time, because today is comp sci.

ETA: Yeah, for some reason, my computer in the lab has decided I don't have permission to access Firefox, so I'm stuck with IE. I'd be willing to bet this problem extends to other programs I'm actually required to use over the course of the semester. Gah.

Also, our little Excel experiment about savings has me worried. I need an account I can't raid at random.

ETA 2, because I'm trying not to spam: The mouse attached to my lab computer is very "sticky," not in terms of the mouse itself, but in terms of how the cursor behaves on the screen. Note to self: bring kleenex to next class, clean ball and internal bits.

Ow ow ow.

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008 06:45
sofiaviolet: xkcd: stick figure in front of a computer with text: Someone is wrong on the internet. (wrong on the internet)

The headache I had yesterday is no longer throbbing randomly in different places. \o/

Instead, it has drawn itself together mostly on the right side of my head. It feels sort of like I’d imagine blunt force trauma feels. Like somebody whacked me with a golf club, although not hard enough to do much damage.

Also, I seem to be rather sensitive to strong smells (oh, strawberry shampoo, usually I like you) and bright lights. Which means this is probably a migraine even though I bet I’ll make it to class, and maybe even function decently. Fortunately, Binetti seems like the kind of guy who will understand if I have to put my head on the desk for a while, especially if I pop up every now and then and say something. And while I don’t know Robinson very well, he seems pretty easygoing.

I also have pain sort of under my right cheekbone. It’s intermittent, though.

At least today I have four hours between classes. I can refill my Welbutrin, then come home and “nap” for about an hour and a half, maybe a wee bit longer considering I have class in the building next to Ruggles.

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.

ETA: Oh, thank god for aspirin+tylenol. Major pain gone. Minor ache remains, but I can deal with that. Although I don't feel very positive about the chances of things staying this way, because fluorescent lights are deeply unpleasant.
sofiaviolet: xkcd: stick figure in front of a computer with text: Someone is wrong on the internet. (wrong on the internet)
At work right now. It's been a boring few days. Work, writing essays for class. Going home Saturday, yay!

I need to pack. I tried to get started on that last night but I wound up cleaning my room some instead.

Ryan just arrived and informed us all that the Green Line is shut down from Park Street on, for all the branches. *headdesk* And he said some people from the Orange Line got on the shuttle buses too. DISPLEASED. (Although they do have a couple of hours to get things running again before I go home.)

I am waiting for my least favorite professor to call me back. If he decides I need to revise one of my stories for tomorrow I may scream. (And he has done that to people in the past. *stabinates*)

Gah.

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007 14:53
sofiaviolet: drawing of three violets and three leaves (Default)
I have a headache and I just got through a hot flash (wtf, I am 19 years old, no menopause yet srsly) and I'm really lucky it's cold out or else I might've fainted on my walk to the student center. I don't START work for another two hours, I have no place to lie down, and there's no aspirin in my purse. I would work on Auriel but when I'm in pain I have no attention span.

Send porn plz. Or a band boy (any one, I'm not picky), equipped with my special migraine pills (which I am out of, more fail), who will rub my neck and make soothing noises.

Today I

Monday, November 26th, 2007 22:48
sofiaviolet: welcome to bandom - no, you're not dreaming (bandom)
• left the house under the influence of Wentz
• wrote awful lyrics on my Sidekick (by saving them as drafts of texts, there has got to be a better way but I'm too clueless to have learned it yet) on my way to the station
• almost got knocked over at Ruggles by some asshat running for an Orange Line train
• broke 43000 words
• screamed a lot of obscenities at our wireless network, our neighbors' shitty but unsecured wireless network I sometimes mooch off of when ours is broken, and Safari

Now I will
• drink some water
• take aspirin
• get some sleep

ETA: I set up all the tags and userpic and everything and then I forgot to post. Made of fail, and also way tireder than I thought.
sofiaviolet: a mixtape going O_o (O_o)
I had a nice nasty allergic reaction to something in my curry and wound up itchy as fuck and more or less unable to breathe in the middle of Chinatown. I freaked out a little - Dad was being awfully calm with the 911 operator and I screamed "anaphylactic shock!" a couple of times with what little air I could get into my lungs in the hope they'd send a fucking ambulance already.

I wound up in the hospital, more or less recovered within a couple of hours (although the fuckers kept me until nine and I was bored enough to whip out my computer and play umpteen games of solitaire and sudoku).

We have no idea what it was that I'm now horrendously allergic to. Possibly peanuts; they're made me puke in the past. Allergy tests when I go home at Christmas. I can has epi pen now.

ETA: They spelled my last name wrong, wtf.

(no subject)

Monday, October 22nd, 2007 15:32
sofiaviolet: xkcd: stick figure in front of computer and text: Late? It's barely 3am! (up late)
My Italian prof. decided this Thursday would be a splendid day for a test. *sigh*

I got Viva La Cobra and polaroid #236 in the mail today. \o/ I will scan the polaroid if anyone wants to see. I also got some new loafers, because my current pair are very old and the treads have completely worn off.

Is it can be naptiemz now. zzzz
sofiaviolet: candy hearts from a prescription bottle (and the blue ones help me fall)
Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] expastic.

If there weren't so many good things coming my way (remember, shh!!!!), I would be a very sad panda indeed. As it is, I'm just going to sleep ASAP because I have a headache.
sofiaviolet: drawing of three violets and three leaves (Default)
Bragging about how you haven't been sick since you were in high school?

Is totally the fastest way to come down with a lingering sore throat, with bonus random sinus pains! *facepalm*


Here, have some fantastic cat macros.
sofiaviolet: drawing of three violets and three leaves (Default)
On campus already even though I don't have class for another hour, because there was no breakfast in the apartment, and because the apartment smelled like an ashtray when we woke up. Ew.

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