I miss the internet

When I moved my computer into the front room to play music for the Halloween party, something went amiss. Since the day before the Halloween party, I've been unable to connect to the internet and my keyboard doesn't work. I haven't been on facebook, checked anyone's blogs, or did any other sort of general internetting for over a week. It's odd. And now I'm posting from work because our system is down and I can't do much else, even though I'm strictly forbidden to do extracurricular internetting. And because, as fascinating as a post about my bladder infection is, I'm really ready to have something new up here.

I haven't spent a ton of time trying to fix my computer's issues because I avoid my apartment like I avoid eye contact with the creepy greasy staring guy that seems to live at the back of every bus I've ever ridden on. I'm back to peace with the roommates after a little spat earlier this week (I expect there will be a post about this in the future), but I still prefer the endless Asian banter of apartment 36 ("Did you buy that beef from Paul Ream?" "Yeayah!" "Wiggles, what are you doing with Paul Ream's beef?" "It's not mine it's the Healer's, dude." "You going to put some ketchup on that, dude?" "Yeayah!" lather. rinse. repeat. It's a joy.) to the endless dumb Molly talk of my apartment ("That's so cool that you live near Far West; I'm fascinated by church history." "Yeah, and there are some good-looking guys there too." "Ooo, I want to hear about this." "Well there's this one guy in our area, well, he's actually from Kansas City, but..." "Wait, is Kansas City in Kansas or Missouri?" "I've always wondered that, too." repeat endlessly. punctuated by racous laughter over things that are hardly funny enough to warrant a "that's amusing" smile. It's not a joy.)