Yeah so, March happened. And I only blogged once. Oops. But it was probably for the best, because March was a terrible, terrible month.
If I had posted at all, my entries probably would have been horrible, stream-of-consciousness based rambles littered with tons of CAPS LOCK curses. And who wants that? But now that March has passed, I can look back on my series of misfortunes and laugh! Well, maybe not laugh. But I can talk about the nonsense with a level head. Progress!
1. The computer virus. I already shared part one of my misfortune with you guys (all three of you). Part two was much more easy going. I got my sound drivers back and up and running (man, during the two days when I had no sound, it seemed like everyone and their mother had videos they just had to share with me), got all my fonts reinstalled, heard Blase's request get performed by Yo La Tengo on WFMU's yearly fundraiser, enjoyed some Monkey Bread, and watched Daria: It It Fall Yet? projected on the wall.
It's called Monkey Bread because you're supposed to eat it with your hands. (We used forks.)
2. My credit card got hijacked! Not physically, but digitally. Oh, modern times. Gotta give my credit card company props though; they called me an hour after the shady transaction and asked me if I had charged over a G to what my friends deduced was probably an escort service. Uh, no. I canceled that shiz immediately.
And thus, I was without my credit card for a week. Normally this wouldn't be a huge issue, but this particular weekend I a) went out to dinner in Brooklyn and b) had to take my intern out to lunch. Of course I was planning on paying for these with my credit card! (I'm an adult! With an intern and a social life! Who knew!)
3. A few weeks ago we had a crazy storm. The wind was like nothing I've ever experienced here in Jersey. And I got to drive on Parkway through it! And as if that wasn't terrible enough, I hit a pothole, and POP went the hubcap. Luckily it was only $30 to replace but seriously. What the ugh. I was not going to drive a hobo car around for any extended period of time. (Something about missing hubcaps just screams to me, "I give up.") Additionally, that night the power went out at 7:30 pm (during a Top Model marathon, arg!), and I was on antibiotics so I couldn't drink the night away. Woe.
4. Work nonsense. No matter what your job, no matter how much you like it, I'm sure there have been times when work has sucked. This was one of those times. But I'm pushing through and things seem better.
All of this lead to a fantastically violent anxiety attack. (My bookshelf and a Smithsonian magazine bore the brunt of it.) And that's what's been up with me. Workin' hard for tha money, no matter what happens to try to keep me down.
ETA: OH! I totally fucking forgot! The most egregious bullshit of them all! Someone ripped my Obama magnet off my car! It had been on my car since August 2008! And it took the passing of health care reform to enrage someone enough to rip it off. I would wish some sort of deadly illness on that asshole but what's the point? He and/or she has fantastic coverage now that would help with that lickidy split.
You know, out of all this stuff, I think my ripped/stolen magnet hurts/bothers me/annoys me the most. I don't know what that says about me.
