Month: January 2002

Is there anything better than a haircut to make you feel like a new person? Well, ya, there probably is, but that’s all I have right now.

This afternoon, when I gave Mike the Fish his Betta food, I could hear him crunch one of them. Sounded like a cat chewing on a Little Friskie.

Freaked me out, man. I mean, he’s a FISH. In WATER.

The house across the street from ours is for sale. I think maybe they just put the sign up yesterday, because I don’t remember seeing it. It’s a great house…very well-kept. I don’t know the owners that week. I met the wife when the development was going in, so I think it’s funny that I know what color carpeting she has in her living room (we all had like 5 colors to choose from. She has the green. The house beside us has the horrid fuscia, or at least it did when it was the model home.

I see the husband outside, doing hard work, but I haven’t seen the wife in a while.

Anyway, so now I have to fear who will end up across the street. I just don’t want psychos, you know? Then I’d have to buy a guard dog. My guard fish won’t cut it.

Ahhh, Friday. Wait, why is Friday special now? Oh well, I’ll enjoy it anyway. I did so much work on job hunting and my other tasks that I’m not going to feel guilty for enjoying my day today.

Crap. I’m trying to get the QuickCam set up here at home. I was going to point it out the window at the snow, or at Mike the Fish, or maybe, just maybe, me. Once in a while, anyway, seeing as I’m not on a LAN connection to the web any more. In fact, I’m on a 28.8 connection that barely gets that.

Anyway, my Logitech Quickcam doesn’t want to play. And I don’t know if they even make this one anymore. CRAP. I thought I knew where the installation CD is, but what if I left it at my old job last week when I packed up? I’m going to be sooooo sad.