No computer! No computer in my house! I am filled with sadness and wretchedness! O WOE!!!!

And the sad thing is that I am not really exaggerating. What the hell did I do before I had one? Well, I had a couch back then and could sit on my couch and read with one eye on the TV, but that was in the old apartment, and now there is just my desk, and I don't really want to read at my desk, so all I can do is sit there and watch TV and not read. This makes me twitch. All of my dishes are washed, because I need something to do while watching TV.

And now I am spending a whole weekend without it, because the guys in Systems hate me. Which can be the only explanation for why they promised me that I would get it back yesterday, I called and Paul said that the other guy was putting it back together as we spoke, and then three hours later I wandered by, and the cover was off and it was attached to things and it was on and its guts were all hanging out like Giancarlo Giannini's in Hannibal and this really isn't what I call "back together". Not one little bit. And of course, everyone was gone and I just had to go home and twiddle my thumbs. To keep from plunging them into my own eyes. Now that would certainly fill the time.

The best bit was when I remembered this thing tonight, this Interlochen Alumni thing that I am performing at, for Chrissakes, and all of the info was in that computer, the Inspector Pazzi computer, so I sent a slightly hysterical message to the IAA list, but couldn't sit at my desk all night waiting for an answer, so I thought that I'd go into the office today to check my email and see if I got any answers.

Later, it occurred to me that perhaps John has a phone and called information and got his number and the address and all was well. But I think this may be why people have appointment books.

So, I'm still loving the Weight Watchers.

The lady at the meeting who has been doing this forever said that at the beginning it's like when you just get married and you are on your honeymoon and everything is rosy and you want to have sex all the time, but after a month or so you're like, "What, do I have to? Not tonight, okay?"

Well, I am definitely in the honeymoon of this diet. Eating plan. You know, whatever. I am just skipping around, eating broccoli and counting points. And I'm even drinking all of my water? That won't last, I know that much.

The only problem is coming off of the caffeine. I did have a Pepsi with dinner Thursday night, but I had a terrible headache the next morning and felt a little nauseous. "How can this be?" I asked myself, "I had a 20 oz Pepsi last night!" and then I realized that I usually have 80-100 oz of Pepsi a day, and cutting down that fast meant that I was going to get the withdrawal.

I am saving my Pepsi to have with dinner, though, because if I have one earlier I will crave one later, and the longer I wait, the fewer chances I will have to drink too much.

God, I sound like an addict. Which, of course, I am, but I sound like I'm making bargains with myself to not drink so much Ripple or something.

O, hey hey, you know something else? I can eat as much broccoli and cauliflower and sparrowgrass that I want! No, really, they are all 0 points, and the white sauce I make for the cauliflower is 2 points, so I can eat a whole head of cauliflower for only 2 points! Life is very sweet. And filled with cauliflower.

I do promise, by the way, not to make this a boring diet journal, but remember, I'm still on my honeymoon and fucking my brains out. You know, figuratively.

Today's horoscope:
Appropriate tools make playing more fun. Get the best mitt, golf club, pencil, racquet, goggles, etc. for maximum enjoyment.

One year ago today:
I kept asking for someone to pet my head and call me a pretty princess, but nobody would.

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