I Need to Get Wired

And I don't mean on caffeine. Living at the Warners has been great, except for one or two significant problems that have nothing to do with the drooling beast. No, the problem is that they don't have cable, and I can't get online using my laptop.

Now the conflict with the first couldn't be more obvious: I haven't watched educational TV for three weeks, with the exception of a few jaunts to Spring Valley. There I was able to watch a special about samurai on The History Channel, which was pretty sweet, but not nearly enough to tide me over. I need The Crocodile Hunter, a couple of hits of Trading Spaces and maybe some Food Network. It's a problem, but I've been watching the same DVDs for ages (Steve really needs to work on the size of his collection) and I need COMMERCIALS! I have no idea what strange ED medications have come out in the last weeks, or whether there's a new compilation CD featuring reggae hair bands of 1987, or if there's a new crappy movie out that I need to see on a Sunday night. It's killing me.

The internet part is not quite as bad, and mostly revolves around my inability to download new music, which is kind of annoying. I have a list of different songs that I've heard on the radio that I cannot get to because I don't want to download them to the Warner's computer.

But the great part of it all is that I'm into my new suite on Friday evening. It's going to be awesome. It has wireless internet, cable in my room, an a bathroom of my own. I need to figure out what I'm going to do for extra workspace, since the desk is wee, but beyond that I'm really excited.

And now, off to Reckers. I'm supposed to meet my thesis advisor on Monday or Tuesday to talk about how my thesis is coming, and since I only wrote about 7 poems this summer, I need to get on that. And I really need to eat because my hands are starting to shake and I don't remember if I ate breakfast. Lunch?

Song of the Moment: "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" ~Big & Rich