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How is it possible to format a drive, install the operating system and all necessary and legitimate programs, and, at the end of the process have more spyware/virus problems than you did to begin with, but without actually using the darned computer? Oh. Right. Windows. Nevermind. I'm just glad it's not mine.
We went to Pizza Hut tonight and had one of the most abysmal waitresses I've ever had the misfortune to experience. She saw us come in, made eye contact with me, and then disappeared. One of the cooks had to go fetch her from the back several minutes later just to seat us. Twenty minutes after we ordered, we heard her actually put the order in. She brought out our main course (forty minutes after we had ordered) and five minutes later, we finally got our appetizer. When we asked about it, she got all snappy and said that it wasn't her fault before walking away. There were no refills, even though there were clear indications that she saw it was time. She didn't even bring the bill. So when we paid, M grabbed a feedback card that lets you call in to answer a survey and get a $3.99 pizza. When he entered his choices on a scale of one to ten, they automatically transferred him to a customer service representative.. who is sending us a coupon for a free pizza. So, there you have it. The squeaky grease gets the wheel, or however it goes.
I'm itching like crazy tonight. I think the whole world should be proud of me for not complaining about my itching, because I want to, a whole lot. I have no idea what it's about but it's been going on for months, off and on. I've switched detergents, body wash, shampoos, fabric softeners, gone dye-free and perfume-free whenever I have the chioce, and still it comes back. If I scratch, it develops into a full rash with welts and redness. It's generally on my neck and chest, but tonight it's on my belly and scalp. I suppose I should talk to a dermatologist or something like that before I go absolutely batty.
In any case, I have had major jonesing for chocolate chip cookies lately, and I believe this is the perfect night for it, so off I go. Nightie night!
We went to Pizza Hut tonight and had one of the most abysmal waitresses I've ever had the misfortune to experience. She saw us come in, made eye contact with me, and then disappeared. One of the cooks had to go fetch her from the back several minutes later just to seat us. Twenty minutes after we ordered, we heard her actually put the order in. She brought out our main course (forty minutes after we had ordered) and five minutes later, we finally got our appetizer. When we asked about it, she got all snappy and said that it wasn't her fault before walking away. There were no refills, even though there were clear indications that she saw it was time. She didn't even bring the bill. So when we paid, M grabbed a feedback card that lets you call in to answer a survey and get a $3.99 pizza. When he entered his choices on a scale of one to ten, they automatically transferred him to a customer service representative.. who is sending us a coupon for a free pizza. So, there you have it. The squeaky grease gets the wheel, or however it goes.
I'm itching like crazy tonight. I think the whole world should be proud of me for not complaining about my itching, because I want to, a whole lot. I have no idea what it's about but it's been going on for months, off and on. I've switched detergents, body wash, shampoos, fabric softeners, gone dye-free and perfume-free whenever I have the chioce, and still it comes back. If I scratch, it develops into a full rash with welts and redness. It's generally on my neck and chest, but tonight it's on my belly and scalp. I suppose I should talk to a dermatologist or something like that before I go absolutely batty.
In any case, I have had major jonesing for chocolate chip cookies lately, and I believe this is the perfect night for it, so off I go. Nightie night!
