Monthly Archive for September, 2003

Trash pick-up day…

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I’ve lived here in the house almost a month now, and I still don’t know what day is trash pick-up day. The lady at Rumpke told me when I called to set up service, but I can’t remember what she said. Oh, the stress! I guess I’m going to have to break down and call them again. I bet they’ll document me in their little computer-thingy. I bet they have a little check box for "Idiots who can’t remember when trash day is". No, I bet the have a ticker so they can count how many times people like me call and ask, "Hi. What day is trash day again?" Before you suggest it, I’ve already tried watching for trash cans in the morning, but to no avail.

I guess I should start writing the important stuff down.
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Monday

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on September 29, 2003
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I hate Mondays!

But first, the weekend was pretty good. Charity came to visit. She brought her puppy, Neo. He’s so cute. We didn’t do anything terribly exciting; visited the Brown County Winery and spent a lot of time on the front porch talking and catching up. We also had a few laughs over her dog trying to nurse off mine. My dog, an eight-year-old male Chow, didn’t laugh much though. In fact, he didn’t have much patience for the puppy trying to bit his ding-a-ling and got kinda’ nasty a few times.

But the weekend ended, Charity and Neo went home and then came Monday…

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Friday

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on September 26, 2003
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Last night I had an interesting idea. What if I posted a fully-documented day? I mean… what if I, for an entire day, documented everything I did from the moment I woke until I went to bed… then posted it?

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I’m going to bed early.

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on September 23, 2003
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I talked to a colleague at work about this, and he says he’s never experienced it. So let me tell you, the reader, and get your thoughts.

Ever since I can remember, I have hated going to bed. When I was little, I used to stay up late watching TV in the living room. At some point, just as I was dozing off, my mom would walk in and tell me to go to bed.

"But I’m not tired."
"You’re not? You were asleep!"
"No I wasn’t. I was just resting my eyes."

I don’t know why… but it seemed like some kind of weakness to admit that I was tired.
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My friend, the cheerleader

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on September 15, 2003
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Believe it or not, I actually do have a friend.

Not only is she a friend, she’s also an Indianapolis Colts cheerleader. Her name is Erin, and I’ve known her for a little over a year. I don’t know if she’s too young for me, or if I’m too old for her… but alas… here is Erin’s Pic Page.

I’m getting there…

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on September 10, 2003
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I was beginning to think my control over the universe was wafting away. I managed to get everything moved despite the rain over Labor Day weekend. But once I was finally in the house and started to set up the computers… a motherboard fried in one and a hard drive crashed in another.

So I bought a new board and got to work repairing things. I’m finally back up and running and the world, under my control, is again as it should be.