'pc load letter'

AUGH. day two of being fedEx's bitch. i have cleaned, read, watched dvds, written and organized an extensive grocery list by where the items are found in the store. i just want out! even though it is 32 degrees outside with a nasty, biting wind.

i can not yet discuss the redskins' game. i am still too disappointed.

something is wrong with my cell phone. some time in december i flipped it open to my mesages menu to find that my outbox and other message menus were gone, replaced by inboxes. i have 7 inboxes. yesterday on my way back from brunch i stopped at the verizon store to beg for technical assistance. i also bought a new battery ; i realized i've had the old one in for a year and they are supposed to be replaced about that often. they told me it would be an hour for the tech support, but that they could also charge up the new battery in that time. i gritted my teeth, left my phone, and headed to starbucks to kill time. when i returned, the man at the desk recognized me and handed my phone, easy-peasy, and i was psyched. as i was walking off i belatedly thought to ask, "you were able to fix it?" at which point the guy said NO! wtf?! was he just not going to tell me, i wonder? so no one knows how to fix my inboxes and no one knows how it happens. frustration level in overdrive! i have insurance and could get a whole new phone for my $50 deductible, but it doesn't seem worth it just for a missing outbox. poo.

i watched "office space" this morning in my isolation booth apartment. somehow i had not ever put together the fact that ron livingston not only plays peter, the main character, but also is berger on SatC. why have i never realized this?

the other afternoon i went out in my backyard for the first time in awhile. i let gus out about 26 times a day, but i hadn't been out myself in a bit. i notcied a cigarette butt right by the sliding glass door, and as i bent to pick it up, i noticed another right by it. and another. and another. my yard was literally littered with cigarette butts. it took me a few minutes to put it together. inconsiderate upstairs neighbors who are smokers = yard o'butts. how yucky.

so i left a note near the front door of my building. i had really thought my days of being a note-leaver for people i was sharing a living space with were left behind when i left the house in VA. i don't want to be that neighbor; i don't want the only thing people in this building to know about me is that i am the girl who left the note. BUT raining cigarettes are not acceptable. i am hoping maybe someone above me had a party and people smoking out the windows or on the fire escape didn't think before flicking, not that someone above me is regularly throwing their butts into my yard without giving a shit. we'll see. as soon as the snow melts outside i will pick up all the old cigarettes and wait and see if any more fall from the sky.