its one of those horrible computer fuck up days ... hours trying to figure out the printer, mac, adapters, wi-fi ... second call to apple ... chose four for no music ...  chose four and get shitty opera ... doesn't instill confidence in the process ... 

I try to sign up for writing class tonight ... they don't recognize my email , I re sign up and they tell me my e mail is already used by someone - yeah me - they want to know my religion, emergency contact, income, bowel movements, fuck, they want it all and I want to escape but can't - so I try to remain polite to thick hard accents and the jagged process. I hate it and am not sure why I am sharing this with you. maybe just to kill time. not sure. but always always when it rains it pours, right.  nothing gets easier as we live better.

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