Freecell and Licorice
2000-07-19 14:36:07
I almost called the internet people today. Jack had said maybe my troubles with AOL had more to do with finding a local number from here than something with my modem. So, I was all set to call the local ISP today, but I think Jack also said something about how it costs less with these people if you pay by credit card. I have a credit card, but I'd rather put automatic withdrawals on my bank card. It seems simpler that way. If I happen to get overdrawn at my bank, I can run over there that day and make a deposit. If a credit card gets overdrawn, I have to run to the bank to deposit money, write a check, and mail it, meanwhile accruing all sorts of daily penaltiies. I do not yet have a bank card. It should arrive sometime next week. I've managed to survive almost two months now with no internet. What's another few days, right?It's actually kind of scary, the amount of time I'm spending on my completely useless computer. Somewhere in the fixing process, Arthur thought it was necessary to wipe my hard drive, so I don't even have a lot of games on there anymore. I'm back to a practically virgin computer. Minesweeper annoys me, but I've been playing disturbing amounts of Freecell. No, you don't understand. I play a lot of Freecell. When I was younger I used to get in moods where I would do nothing but play solitaire for hours. I know dozens of different solitaires. But Freecell is the crack cocaine of solitaire. I don't even have to go through the whole shuffling and redealing process. I've got today off. Jack got a credit card in the mail yesterday, (Silly credit card people! He doesn't even have a job!) so he and Anne want to take us out to dinner tonight. Anne was so funny when she called. First, she said they wanted to take us out because we had paid for the movies the other night. I was trying to explain that they didn't have to do that. Then, I happened to mention it was my birthday. "Oh my god! I didn't know that! Well, now we have to buy you dinner!" Then, I drove them to the grocery store, and Anne insisted on paying for the package of licorice I picked up for myself. (I want all of you, right now, to stop reading this, and go find some Evon's Twists. Even if you think you don't like licorice, this stuff will convert you. It's soft and chewy, exactly how God intended licorice to be. It comes in about 15 flavors, and they all taste exactly like what the package says they do. Real fruity goodness, not chemicals. You could form a religion around the Strawberry. The Grape will bring tears to your eyes and joy to your heart. I can't even talk about the Green Apple without wetting myself. That's how good this stuff is.) I just spent 10 minutes eating my green apple licorice, but I still can't think of anything else I want to say right now. Maybe Freecell will inspire me. Yeah, that's it...
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