So I woke up yesterday morning, and my dad told me that he was going to take down the internet to move the line. He didn't, but the line stopped working. According to Earthlink, the outlet went bad, and we have to check the connection. Right now, the line is hooked up to the phone jack in my mom's room. It runs down the hall to the computer room downstairs, through the modem to the router, and up through the walls here.

So anyhow, that's complete and total bullshit.

My windows profile got fried, but I did manage to save most of my settings.

So I guess I'll tell you what I did on Saturday.

I drove to Wheeling. From here. Down Northwest Highway to Wheeling Road, at which point my dad installed a stereo at my Grandma's house.

By the time I'd driven home, I just wanted to sit down. Between my dad yelling at me to come try to help him with VirusScan (Jesus christ, I don't know this shit any better than he does) and me trying to fuck with the internet, I decided that I'd go biking.

It felt pretty fucking good. I blew off fumes. Listened to music the whole way through. Came home, and eventually found out that that wall jack was blown.

Later, we watched James Bond.

You should all buy Songs for Dust Mites.

I think I'll stay up late tonight for a change and sleep in to about 6AM tomorrow

maybe i will do homeworks

i find that i cannot remember what happened this weekend, except that sometimes i was sad, sometimes i was frustrated, sometimes i was bothered, sometimes i was happy, and sometimes i played solitaire and was also happy.

i wrote a song yesterday night, but it is crap without music, so i will not give it to you.
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