I have Internet access in my home. Strange but true, I myself am still not sure I believe it. Only thing I did wrong, which is sort of a big thing, is I didn’t get my copies of the bill and stuff from the cable guy. Strange, since you would think either he or I would remember, but my excuse is that I had friends over, I had had a drink, and quite frankly I was done thinking for the day. While the cable man was really nice, and really helpful, not giving me my receipt, which has my passcode on it for others to share in my wireless joy, is not the smartest thing in the world. As I type this I am on hold with TWC, as I always seem to be on hold with them, and am waiting to see how we can rectify this situation.

So much shit is potentially hitting the fan. Mostly in a good way, although I’ve had to make some decisions I wasn’t necessarily happy about making. See, I’m learning, like a big girl should, that I can’t do everything. And while I want to, it’s just not going to happen. So now, now I’m starting to realize what I can do and do that. And do it well…well enough that maybe my life will really start to shape up in the next few years. And, if I fuck up, maybe not. I hate all these choices, these options of things that could happen. Too much option makes me batty. When I became a vegetarian, I liked how little choice I was afforded at restaurants and in supermarkets. I had one choice on menus and no choices at (a good deal of) restaurants. Really. Back in 1989, the United States was not a vegetarian happy society. I remember having to create my own dish on more than one occasion. Which might explain why I still feel the urge to change anything I order off a menu. Okay, not everything, but some things. Some people say it’s quite annoying to go out to eat with me.

Back to this on hold thing…

I think my whole month’s cellphone bill is going to Time Warner. They continue to keep me on hold longer than any other company. I’m at 12:38… do you think if I leave a message they will really get back to me? I’m looking around like maybe I don’t see the receipt, but actually it’s nowhere in the house.

Hold Time: 15:44

So now I’m on the phone with Terry at TWC and I don’t think she likes me very much. That’s okay, as long as she can help me, I don’t care. It’s strange to be able to type from my home at 9AM, since I haven’t been able to do go online in months, but receipt or no receipt, remember: TWC delivered. Verizon didn’t.

I need to stretch..both my body and my mind.
I think it’s time to get back into yoga. I’ve been lax about it these past few weeks, but with this new life must come a new exercise regime.

Like I said, it’s only the beginning….

I’m off hold.