Daylight Savings is not my friend. Daylight Savings is on my ‘stab with a sharp wedge of pink plastic from the cup I just smashed’ list.
On top of being dark and cold in the mornings again, making it hard to get out of bed, I can’t get anything to work for me this week. The plan was to let you all know what I’ve been so busy doing this past week or so, which was busting my ass to get this cute project finished for the big one year anniversary that neither Josh nor I expected to come around so fast. Josh of course was planning his own awesome surprise for me. On top of that, I was also planning to sing with joy that our savings for moving me down south have reached the half way point and we’re now close enough to almost taste it.
Instead I can tell you that our anniversary is pretty much sucking. Josh’s computer is fucked, meaning we can’t share either of our projects, and communication is about 90% cut.
But what about those shiny videophones I got, don’t those still work without msn? Yeah, for what they cost, they damn well should. But they don’t. They barely work at all. Half the time one of us will call the other and get a black screen instead of a connection, and the other half of the time we’ll get kicked off a call after half an hour. ACN – you can suck my metaphorical balls. And because they’re VOIP phones, they don’t work very well when desperately trying to call each others land line to figure out what the fuck is going on.
So great, Josh gets home and with no way to reach me, exhausted after a day’s work, falls asleep. And I’m here wondering if he’s dead or what, since the last time I couldn’t get a hold of him it turned out he was in the hospital. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that scare last week? Nothing to freak out about, unless that is you’re 800 miles away with no way of knowing what the hell is going on. Turns out he just needs to seriously cut back on the beer/cigarettes/coffee/spicy foods/anything that will irritate your stomach. And of course, serious cause for worry when he seemed to disappear again today. At least this time it was just an inability to even tell me he was home – worst fears quelled, rage at technology fueled.
I’m going to go enjoy what little time remains of this night with Josh, who for at least the next twenty, fuzzy, poor-quality digital minutes or so, is able to actually use the overpriced plastic anchors we call videophones, so that I can watch him try to reset his computer enough to work for an evening. Awesome. Right now I’m just happy he didn’t get hit in the face with a forklift or something today, because that would be just our luck.
Despite the fact that we actually met and developed our relationship – and continue to do so, hence the frustration – via technology, it overall conspires against me. Today, it is working at the pace of lopsided wheelbarrow driven by blind nuns on a Friday the 13th that still somehow calls for Sunday driving.
It is Friday the 13th this week, isn’t it? It is. Fuck me, this week is sucking.
Dear Daylight Savings: You suck and I hate you. Leave me alone so I can enjoy time with my boyfriend. Thanks and stuff.