Blurgh

1:55 p.m.

I've come to the conclusion that Todd has better luck when it comes to phone calls to help lines. His pot of potential operators just seems to be greater than mine. Where I spent over an hour and a half bitching and moaning to Cox Communications that our cable didn't work, only to have myself redirected to contact the front office of my apartment, who redirected me to contact Cox Communications again, Todd actually got a guy to come out here and look at our cable problem. He didn't say anything different than I did. He just got a real nice operator.

Of course, the only thing the cable guy did was look at our cable problem. See, we knew what the gist of the problem was - we have two cable fixtures in our living room, one on each side, but the one on our TV side doesn't work, and since it appears to be an old fixture we assumed that somebody clipped a wire back there.

Sort of. Apparently all they did was try to run a wire from the old fixture to the new fixture on the other side of the room, but the cable guy informed me that they did a shit-ass job of it and he had no idea where the other end of that cable really was. To get at it, he claimed, might potentially involve carpet rippings. Or wall-hole-punching. "Never mind," I said, not really wanting him to do either of those things. "We'll finish the job they started and just run a cable over there if that's genuinely what the situation is." And it genuinely was.

He also said he didn't know what to do about Todd's internet problem. There's no cable modem in the apartment, and since the cable port in Todd's room works, he didn't see that there was any work for him in there. We apparently need to call Cox Internet, which is a different branch of Cox Communications, and have a different guy come out.

At least our phone works now.

I had a test in my Business Law class today that made me want to commit Seppuku. Just right in the middle of the thing. I should have stood up with a big-ass samurai sword and shoved it right into my guts while yelling, "Banzai, White Devils! Your test brings dishonor to me and my family! I'll see you in the next world, shameful worm-people! Blaaarrrggghhh!"

And then, just to be a dick, I'd throw a handful of small intestine at my professor.

I was informed when I got back from that ordeal that we're going to throw a party tonight as a house-warming sort of thing, or apartment-warming if you want to get technical. Not that this place needs it - really, it's warm enough. But it's gotten a lot better now that the A/C has been running for a week. Plus, I have a fan in my room now that makes everything not only bearable but pleasant to bear.

I'm down with a party, I suppose. It's not like I really have anything else to do that I can't get done later this weekend. And if I remember something important that I absolutely have to get cracking on...well, hell, that's what having your own room is all about, as I recall.

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