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(Sorry I’ve been missing. I was hiding in a box I’d packed for my move. I’m unpacked now.)
Tonight is a Mardi Gras party at a friends house. I don’t know much about Mardi Gras. I go for the food.
I don’t drink. I think alcohol has something to do with Mardi Gras but I’m not positive. I know hurricanes do; which I think is odd. Why would you have a holiday to celebrate a destructive storm?
I guess it’s good I don’t drink because I’d probably overdo while waiting for new house things. Everyone gives me a 2-4 hour time slot they will come but never the same 2-4 hour time slot. And I try and think of things to do during this time, but I bet the time would go faster if I were passed out.
Unless I needed to phone for help.
Because I can’t get my land line to work.
It’s everyone and no one’s fault. So I’m calling in a 3rd option and if they get them to work then they get my contract. I should probably stay sober for that. Especially since when I called the 3rd party yesterday they kept asking me for a land line number and I kept trying to explain that is why I was calling. And I didn’t call the right number. I called repairs instead of new service. She did not understand that I did not have service and would like to be transferred. I should’ve hung up but after you invest some time in convincing someone you are calling to get a land line because you don’t have one, you want to see it through. Get a sense of closure. Dream about the time the phone company was a monopoly and may have charged too much but worked.
I remember when there were phone specialists. Instead of phones being tied up with internet and tv. It’s like a perfect storm.