don’t blog when you’re angry at your isp

I overworked myself over the holiday weeken and it's been a day today. I want to chill playing a mindless game on Facebook. I was playing a mindless game on Facebook -- for about 10 minutes over the past hour.

I'm playing. The game freezes. There's a "connection error" which, according to the game, is because I'm not actually online. I check my settings and I may or may not have internet connection from second to second.

Seriously, Schrodinger's cat had a better defined existence.

I go back to the game. It reconnects, maybe where I left off or maybe I just lost that round. I play. Freeze. "Connection error."

Rechecking my settings and restarting the game isn't really the game I want to play.

So I'm peeved with Rectum (which regular readers will remember is what I call my internet service provider). I can't play to relieve some of my backed up stress. So I guess I'll blog.

Except I want to write a witty post with a wry take on modern life, not just complain about how utterly useless Rectum is as an internet provider since it cannot consistently provide internet access.

So . . . post not poor service in the service industry. hmmmmmmm

I have started a project. I'm making summer pjs. I paused that for a day last week to redo a chemise as a (long) shirt for a costume for a work thing and video. I had an idea (jury's still out on the quality of the idea) for a frame for the peacock painting bestie gave me, so I did a little work on that yesterday.

So, yeah, there's loafs I could do instead of getting miffed I can't solve cheesy puzzles. But those other activities don't provide the dopamine-fueled sense of accomplishment I really really need right now.

Maybe I'll just go to bed early.