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Oct. 3rd, 2008 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davidnI dreamt that I was dead again a couple of nights ago. I can't remember how exactly it had happened, but I vaguely remember that I had been brought into hospital for a disease that had been going on for some time, and then something happened there - perhaps I caught another illness, or some procedure didn't go as expected - that made me decide to die instead of keep fighting. I had died before the dream started, and remembered slightly regretting it and wondering if it had been the best way, because I was still quite conscious - I was walking around in a large reception-type hall with groups of people talking amongst themselves, the kind of people who you know you're meant to know in dreams, but you don't recognize in real life, listening to them saying things such as, well, he only lived twenty-four years but he made the most of them. I'm even pretty sure that I could interact with them myself - I definitely had a physical form, though I don't think that they reacted much to me being there. Whitney was there, and was definitely pleased to see me, though. Cheer up, brain, things aren't that bad.
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I was sent a letter by the dentist last night saying that my insurance didn't go through, so this morning so far's been taken up by contacting various people and being given various different phone numbers to find out what happened. Eventually I was put through to a man who sounded distractingly like Homestar Runner and he found out that, during the merge that a couple of insurance companies went through a while ago (coincidentally the time Whitney was put onto my insurance too), the billing people or somebody had managed to receive the message to stop my old insurance but didn't get the detail that they were meant to start a new one, so the whole thing was terminated. That's on the way to being sorted out now, and I've been told I'll get a phone call when everything's sorted out in the middle of next week. Now all I need to do is inform the comparatively dim receptionist at the dentist what's happening and explain that it might be a few days before I actually pay them.
That woman with the mouth was finally on TV again last night, and in between playing Palin Bingo and doodling on our cards we listened to the debate. As expected she came off sounding nowhere near as stupid as everyone was expecting (because this is like saying watching an episode of America's Next Top Model is nowhere near as painful as jamming sporks into your face) but I couldn't fail to notice that she didn't tend to actually answer anything and kept on going back to the same few sentences that Biden inconveniently disproved multiple times with his evidence - something that I hear hasn't stopped her views on evolution either. The figures that I've seen say that a very large percentage of people think that the elderly Biden did significantly better than his dimwitted opponent, and would also be far more capable of being Vice President. Unfortunately they also say that vice-presidential debates have never had any meaningful impact on election results.
The builders will be coming back into the flat today, after putting up the framework for a patch for the big hole in the ceiling yesterday, and hopefully filling it in in a way that will stay up for longer than a month. It sounds like the leak is still there, but if they fix this steadily enough so that it doesn't instantly collapse then it'll move down a floor instead, someone else's bathroom will be invaded and they'll gradually work their way down to the basement.
My new ridiculous black racing-striped power supply came yesterday evening, too, and I spent a while connecting the shielded cables up to my various other components, and finding room for the heaps of others that thanks to having a less ostentatious computer than the manufacturers were expecting I had no use for. My desktop computer is connected up again and it seems that it all survived - while waiting for the next thing to go wrong I think I'll start backing things up more often.
Anyway, it's Friday.
Ignore the previous paragraph and start here
I was sent a letter by the dentist last night saying that my insurance didn't go through, so this morning so far's been taken up by contacting various people and being given various different phone numbers to find out what happened. Eventually I was put through to a man who sounded distractingly like Homestar Runner and he found out that, during the merge that a couple of insurance companies went through a while ago (coincidentally the time Whitney was put onto my insurance too), the billing people or somebody had managed to receive the message to stop my old insurance but didn't get the detail that they were meant to start a new one, so the whole thing was terminated. That's on the way to being sorted out now, and I've been told I'll get a phone call when everything's sorted out in the middle of next week. Now all I need to do is inform the comparatively dim receptionist at the dentist what's happening and explain that it might be a few days before I actually pay them.
That woman with the mouth was finally on TV again last night, and in between playing Palin Bingo and doodling on our cards we listened to the debate. As expected she came off sounding nowhere near as stupid as everyone was expecting (because this is like saying watching an episode of America's Next Top Model is nowhere near as painful as jamming sporks into your face) but I couldn't fail to notice that she didn't tend to actually answer anything and kept on going back to the same few sentences that Biden inconveniently disproved multiple times with his evidence - something that I hear hasn't stopped her views on evolution either. The figures that I've seen say that a very large percentage of people think that the elderly Biden did significantly better than his dimwitted opponent, and would also be far more capable of being Vice President. Unfortunately they also say that vice-presidential debates have never had any meaningful impact on election results.
The builders will be coming back into the flat today, after putting up the framework for a patch for the big hole in the ceiling yesterday, and hopefully filling it in in a way that will stay up for longer than a month. It sounds like the leak is still there, but if they fix this steadily enough so that it doesn't instantly collapse then it'll move down a floor instead, someone else's bathroom will be invaded and they'll gradually work their way down to the basement.
My new ridiculous black racing-striped power supply came yesterday evening, too, and I spent a while connecting the shielded cables up to my various other components, and finding room for the heaps of others that thanks to having a less ostentatious computer than the manufacturers were expecting I had no use for. My desktop computer is connected up again and it seems that it all survived - while waiting for the next thing to go wrong I think I'll start backing things up more often.
Anyway, it's Friday.
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Date: 2008-10-06 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-06 12:07 pm (UTC)I also love their tagline, shown at the end of this video: http://corsair.com/cinema/movie.aspx?id=622747 "Guaranteed not to dramatically explode".