Goddamn I'm amazing.
While Danielle has been doing overnight petsitting for about a week now, she’s been stopping home after work to pick up new clothes and eat dinner with me. Danielle made stirfry, and I did a ritualistic dance as I waited for the oven to preheat for some orange, creamy, Pillsbury rolls.
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While I am awesome and went to IHOP tonight for dinner, Danielle made a quick bowl of pasta before heading off to her overnight petsitting.
The bowl was left on my desk, which to Dirty, is no different than prying her mouth open and stomping food down her throat.
Unfortunately, all that was in the bowl was essence of pasta. Essence doesn’t quite make for very good stomping, but Dirty does indeed still love essence flavour.
I was just getting out of some class at FSC and on my way to lunch. I ended up sitting with some old friends at first, then moving to a different table to sit with TDanielle. After a few minutes I ended up in a hotel, waiting for thesuperbowl. The hotel room I wanted had a dead guy under the waterbed, so I got a different room. Eventually, I decided to give the dead guy nder the bed room a chance. Justin, Tom and I eeven offered to help try to remove the man. He was very large and the bed was difficult o disassemble. The hotel wrote notes that were to help us get everything done. Next to my name, where it said things that I’d be good at helping with, it said “Jaeson”.
After that, I wasm oving a bunch of small fish in containers. They kept dying and peter would occasionally shake the for me.
I went to some class, or seminar type thing about coping with personality and body problems, like ocd and my tourettes. Not sure why I went, didn’t figure it could be bhelped. Maybe te find a way to make it a bit more subdued or tolerable. I made some friends while I was there. Some girlwith photographic momory and something else I don’t remember, some guy, and Moto, who put drinks into cups upsidedown. Continue reading “Yeah, I get women clinging to me all the time.”
Because my cellphone is both old and used as my alarm clock, I drain the battery pretty damned quick. I keep a cellphone charger in my coat pocket with me all the time, so I can revive it in a pinch.
It snowed like an asshole yesterday. Since both Danielle and I got stuck several times in the driveway, I started shovelling and snowblowing. I got about halfway done before the downstairs tenant got home and took over what is actually his job, seeming more annoyed than thankful that I helped.
My phone was pretty much dead this morning, so I went to grab the trusty charger, plugged it in and…nothing.
WTF, mate?
After a bit of inspection, I noticed a tiny bit of water by the connector. You fucking snow, if I ever catch you with my sister again!
I did a bit of tinkering and then figured I’d go for broke, and cracked the charger open. There wasn’t much water inside, and the bulk of it was on the case. I didn’t see or smell any of the mysterious blue smoke that makes electronics work, so it had to be something else. I eventually located the main issue to be a bit of water underneath the tape on the step-down transformer.
I shoved a little corner of paper in and shook it around to absorb the water, pieced the charger back together.
Voilà ! Charger!