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How Much is Too Much?

Apparently twenty minutes still makes a difference. Not nearly as much as several hours because my dreams weren't half as sad tonight, but I laid down at 5:40, and between then and 2:30 still had some rather weird dreams. I'll put those in a cut later though, because I don't want to start this entry off by writing about them.

The first thing in other news is that, for a few brief moments last night, I had all but five dollars of what Naomi owes me for the internet. Upon returning from Taco Bell, Trish asked for help finding Cinema 6's phone number online, and while I was doing that, Naomi came down and gave me $20, with Mom behind her saying "This is all she can give you for now, and I can vouch for that". It doesn't matter to me what you can or cannot vouch for. I just want the money I'm owed and have been owed since April. Simple as that. Still, $20 is $20, so I finished helping Trish, then went back upstairs, and a couple hours passed before I decided to go back down to wash the dishes. Partway through those I glanced over at my laptop and saw a new email with the preview reading "SPF100". "Spam", I thought. "It must have not been detected as such, but it's come from another Gmail address which is kind of odd, so let's see...". Turns out it was Naomi's friend sending me $25, so I calmly walked over to the stairs and shouted "I'd appreciate you asking me before you use my Paypal account!" and heard a brief "Sorry" in response. Then on my way back to the kitchen I started wondering what it was for. She couldn't possibly have conned this friend into paying the rest of what she owes for the internet for her, and it would still leave her $5 short, but it fit. So I walked back over to the stairs and shouted up "What am I supposed to do with that?" and heard "Give it to me...". So yeah. The $20 she gave me just a couple hours before that? Gone, along with four dollars and fifty cents of change that I would've liked to have for 7-11 on Thursday, but can do without. I'm keeping the other $24.50 that's being transferred to my bank account right now, of course, but that won't clear until probably next week with the holiday and weekend coming up in quick succession, although I shouldn't be too put out by that. Everything I owe money for this week has been paid in full (Mom and Dad, internet, and the commission which I'll be getting the cover for my story from), so the rest is mine, and unlike last week I've already transferred some to savings. Nothing to worry about <3

On that note though, I checked this morning, and just as I'd hoped, TekSavvy's payment has switched from an authorization to settled transaction, and right above is is a fifty cent transaction fee. Therefore I should not have to worry about the monthly fee, but of course, we'll see. I still have $10 to put on the card tonight (didn't quite make it there yesterday), so for now I can wait to see if they charge me two dollars for that as well, but I'll find out in a few hours. Going back to the previous paragraph right now, something else was brought to my attention while washing dishes last night. Mom asked if I was the one going grocery shopping with her this week, and when told yes said "Okay. We have a lot of extra stuff to get though, because everybody is going to be here on Saturday." Everybody? Who, pray tell, is everybody? Aunt Patty, Uncle Rob, and their kids from what I'm told. Might be nice to see them, but guess what? After Thursday night, which I have off, I work supper shifts on the weekend and closes for two more days after that, so I'll be lucky to see them for ten minutes. I suppose it makes sense though, because this way they can meet Trish and Ericka, but the timing isn't quite favorable. Without further ado though...

I'll arrange these as close as I can remember to actually having them. I know they overlapped somewhat, but can't remember exactly where. Anyways, in the first, Adam had a friend of his here, who more or less looked like an ugly version of Trish, and she was trying to sell her laptop, which he thought I would be interested in. Indeed I was, because she was only asking some $100 for it, but wanting to be cautious, I asked if she'd had any problems with it in the past. Nothing of particular note, or so I was informed. A virus or two that had cleanly been done away with, but nothing indicative of hardware problems. There was one curiosity, however, being that her wireless connection wouldn't work, so I sat down in front of the computer and thought of things to do. My mind immediately shot back to the problem Dad was having with his laptop - it came with a wireless card preinstalled, of course, but he used the USB wireless adapter he had for his old desktop computer anyways, which he needed because it was, as stated, old. The problem came about in that the USB adapter disabled Windows' wireless configuration service, and the eventual solution was to start it back up. Either through the services configuration dialog or by typing "net start wzcsvc" into a command prompt. The latter was what I tried to do in the dream, but I couldn't type accurately for the life of me, and even then was trying to type "network" instead of "cmd". Eventually I got it though, and after many more repeated attempts managed to type in the proper command to start the service, which in turn brought up a bunch of text about how the service couldn't be started, and that that was likely due to malware being present on the system. I called Adam's friend over to show her, and then that part of the dream ended.

Part two involved me, Adam, an older authority figure, and any number of other kids all camping out in the basement. Something like we had to stay down there for several days, and make the best of our time with what diversions we could find. I quickly got tired of that though, and snuck, first out of Dad's side of the basement into the area where the washer and dryer are, and from there up the stairs to the kitchen, and eventually to the bathroom a floor above that. I think Adam had come with me too, because I remember giggling along with him about how we'd done something we weren't allowed to. Regardless, upon opening the bathroom door again, I was standing directly in front of the door to my room. And I had my key, too. Oh, how easy and relieving it would be to unlock the door, step inside, and lock myself in for the rest of the weekend. My room was luxury compared to conditions down in the basement, but for some reason I went back downstairs, less sneakily that time, into the basement, and from there back over to Dad's side where my sleeping bag was, waking somebody up in the process. Who else would it be but a character from DS9. Mr. Miles O'Brien, to be specific, whom I told we'd just snuck upstairs while trying to stifle my returning giggles, lest I wake anybody else up. The next thing I can remember is stepping over him to my sleeping bag and searching around for my laptop (because I had it down there, apparently), and eventually found it just over to the left from where I expected it to be. The aforementioned authority figure was watching me by that time, so I told him "Just doing what I normally do in the morning" with an air of "This is my house and you can't stop me." He didn't, either, because his next words were an eager "You still have to take that quiz and tell me where your skylar lives." That term was first mentioned earlier in the dream somewhere, but I can't remember where now, but the idea was that "skylars" were something like what one's chosen species is to furries, except with them, the animal simply chose to be with you, and it didn't go any further than that. Feigning surprise I told him "Oh, yeah, I completely forgot, but I'll do that just as soon as I'm done here", meanwhile thinking "Piss off, mate. I'm not interested in any of this, and don't know how I got lumped into your weirdo grouping anyways" then that dream ended too.

If there was a third it's completely slipped my mind now, but even setting that aside, I think those two are enough. Second night in a row I've had dreams that depict me as a kid again, but it's also the second night that I've overslept. The first time was by almost six hours, and the second time by only one or two, but that's still enough grounds to give me something new to try tomorrow. I know things are alot simpler when you're young, but there's nothing you could give that would convince me to go back to those days. Especially if I retained my memory and knowledge of today. Frightening thought.

So now that I've written all of this, it appears my entry today may end up looking suspiciously similar to yesterday's, but whatever. I'm not about to go back and rework the structure, as I've some cleaning to do and laundry to grab, and leaving for work an hour early to remember since I start at 7 again tonight. Also need to check my Easyweb page because there's a chance my pay will already have been deposited, but not yet. Cleaning first, and the rest can come if I have enough time~

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