You've got to be frickin kidding me. My power's been on for 2 days, but somehow I still don't have hot water. So now I get to go to work without taking a shower. AWESOME.

"This is officer 1B-DI..." - Leela (Futurama)

Week of October 13th... I said some good stuff that week.

Generic insult of the day: "You juss a punk ass beeitch."

Joe needs a suit.

"You go to hell! You go to hell and you die! I'm going to find out who you are!"
"I don't think you are, mmmkay?"

I just called J. Crew customer service because when I click on the tracking number for my order, the USPS website tells me that it has no record of the order and to contact the seller. J. Crew told me that my order was sent from their warehouse on Saturday and reached my local post office yesterday morning at 8:35, but according to the postal service's contract with J. Crew, they have 8 days before they actually have to put my package on a truck and deliver it. What kind of shite is that? I want my pea coat!

According to Lindsey's clock radio, which was flashing 11:12 when I looked at it, the power came on at approximately 9 o'clock last night. Good. But many thanks to Mike, Kory, and Kelly, for letting me crash their pad and making me dinner. Good times with the few friends that I have up here. Now if only my apartment could start warming up a little faster...

Wow. Happy fricking birthday to me. My power has been out since Friday night and my apartment is about 38 degrees. I'm staying at my friend Kory's apartment tonight so my hammy and I don't freeze to death. The power company's website said they're scheduled to be working on the street where my apartment is tomorrow. THEY'D BETTER HURRY THE FRICK UP. I just wish this hadn't happened on my birthday, and with Andy dying and everything. This has just been an awful week. Sad times for Wendy.

Update, 5 minutes later: Thank you to Dave and Kevin for remembering my birthday. I miss you guys.