All I want is some Internet access at home, yet I have none. I have been struggling with this installation process for comcast for two days now. If I don't get it working by the end of this weekend I'm cancelling and I'll have to either find another option or do without Internet access at home. Actually, I don't know if I can realistically consider the last option. It would be nice, for the break and the freedom from information overload, but I have to remain responsible to my servers and not being able to check on their condition or perform remote maintenance (without trudging into work) worries me. I wouldn't know if something went wrong. I will get Comcast working.

You’re ruining my children’s future.

its still disorganized and messy and i’m still in a state of being alone shock but i can feel myself enjoying it more and more. Bailey woke me up before 5 AM again this morning, although she didn’t venture very far outside. this time i stayed up and made myself breakfast, took a shower, washed dishes. i arrived at work quite early, before 7. which is good because i’ve pumped out fixes for 3 bugs so far – leaving me with two assigned bugs remaining, both samba, which i am looking forward to. i don’t doubt that i will receive more alerts related bugs before too long but i’m happy to take an aggressive attitude towards keeping my plate clean. i’m not hearing much from Eriko and I find myself anxious after writing her, awaiting her reply. i don’t like that feeling and realize that i need to turn my demanding energy inside. actually, it is already inside, i need to direct it to productive use instead of having it remain pent up. i think i can do this, i have a very strong desire to do some computing projects and drill for the GRE.

about 4:45 this morning, I awoke to Bailey muttering to herself (and to me, imagine). finally assuming she wanted to go outside, i opened the door. i saw her go to the right and come back in a little later. i shut the door but she wasn’t satisfied and this probably repeated several times. so, i put on a shirt so as not to freeze completely and decided to show her the way. i would walk about 5 feet and whistle and she would come towards me, reluctantly. showing her the stairs was fun, she kept trying to squeeze her way into the little gaps. i can’t imagine the revelation she felt when she started to explore. she only explored for 10 or 15 minutes before i started whistling for her to come back (i was cold) and wanted to make sure she would get the experience of coming back to the apartment. she made a couple of wrong motions towards other people’s apartments but since i was moving behind her she didn’t stop until we got to the door. all and all it was an amazing moment.

i have yet to move the TV, dresser, couch, and desk. they are too big for me to move by myself (especially since i can’t find the darn cart). almost everything else is moved, however, including Bailey. she did not like being moved and my arm and chest can prove it. ;P she’s very timid and shocked now but i’m hoping she’ll relax and recover as the apartment gets put together and she spends more time in it. which reminds me, i should get back to her. i’m typing on David’s computer up in the old apartment since i won’t have internet access until Oct 1. [i’ll be OK, i have work.]

Politician: An eel in the fundamental mud upon which the superstructure of organized society is reared. When he wriggles he mistakes the agitation of his tail for the trembling of the edifice. As compared with the statesman, he suffers the disadvantage of being alive.