12-10-01

My feet are like popsicles right now. So I'm compensating by wrapping the rest of myself up nice and warm, not that gets my 2 pairs of socks wearing feet any warmer, but it sort of makes sense in an illogical way. I think that my first day home, I'll take off my socks to take a shower or something, and my toes will have turned artic grey-blue, frostbite from the inside. Maybe if I put on another pair of socks and my shoes they'ed feel warmer (or really warm at all). But then I wouldn'rt be able to walk around very easily, and I hate wearing shoes at home. My father always wears shoes around the house, hardly ever takes them off. His rationale? He's afraid of stepping on pins, even when the carpet has been freshly vacumed he still has this oddd paranioa that there are straight pins lurking in the carpet preparing to stab the soles of his feet. Me, if I wear shoes inside, it's just because my feet are cold and I can't find my slippers.

The sound card on my computer has once again stopped working. I suppose that I should call up Compaq and pester them about this recurrent problem. However, the people on the help line don't consider, "My computer is the devil" to be of much help. Even if it is true, very, very, true.

An added benfit of living alone once again, besides the obvious that I don't have to worry about being killed in my sleep, is that when I get a song stuck in my head I can sing it ad neasum. Today, I've been doing some favorite songs of the 80's. This morning was "Love Shack", and this afternoon is proving to be mostly, "Our House", with bits of "What's Love Got to Do With It" and "She Blinded Me With Science" thrown iin for good measure. Heh, aren't ya'll happy that you don't have to be around me. And even better is that I know maybe three lines of every song, so I sing them over and over.