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August 07, 2004
Home on Friday Night
Since time has lost all meaning, it really shouldn't matter to me that I'm home on a Friday night--but it does. Here I have less than 2 weeks to get all the hard-core drinking/drugs/sex out of my system and yet I'm sitting on my parents' living room couch watching old Alias re-runs. (Of course, I would never engage in any of that lewd and lascivious behavior, mom. That last sentence was solely for dramatic effect!) Now that I've wasted Friday night, I'm determined to make up for it tomorrow. Hmm...Saturday night with the world at my fingertips. Anyone want to take bets on if I make it out of the house?
I was quite productive today, so I suppose it wasn't a total loss. My computer arrived and it's GLORIOUS! I succumbed and bought a flash drive and a wireless router, thinking that I could experiment a little with it here, even if I can't use it in Sweden. Well, the flash drive works like a dream, but the router is driving me up the wall. I can't get my mom's computer to recognize the new router, but I can't get my new computer to recognize her old one. So I'm stuck with a fantastic laptop that can't connect to the internet, regardless of its wireless potential. Tomorrow I'll try the local Starbucks, which has a T-Mobile Hotspot.
Ok, I just realized that I've become one of those bloggers that rant endlessly on and on about their computer problems. I HATE those people (mostly because I never understand what they are talking about), so I'll stop. But if you know how to set up a wireless internet network, I will give you my firstborn for some help.
Moving right along to the daily Sweden update. I mailed a box of pillows, a duvet, and bed linens to Sweden this afternoon. Holy moly, it is FREAKISHLY expensive to mail things to Karlskrona.* But now I'll have a set of sheets waiting for me when I arrive (rather than my plan B, which was to use my sleeping bag).
And that, dear readers, was how I spent my day. That, and catching up on emails that I should have written weeks ago. You know when you should have replied to an email, but it seems awkward so you delay, and then you find you've waited so long that there's nothing really relevant to write? That's me, baby.
Still no word on my missing USPS package, or from the embassy. I might have to do some ass-kicking come Monday.
*This should in NO WAY affect your proclivity to mail me care packages. Just keep it under 10 pounds and you'll be fine.
