I really hated this past week. I knew technology would be my bane the moment the ATM ate my card, and I've run on little sleep every night. But it wasn't all bad. Some of it was quite nice.

Monday: During class, my instructor offers up a really good Michael Caine quote: "You may hate the movie, but you'll love the house I bought it with." My instructor is co-writing with a hitmaking songwriter on a project, and they're doing something geared for radio. When some of my classmates teased him for selling out, his response was, "Eat me."

Tuesday: I stop by Waterloo to compare prices on the Battlestar Galactica Season 2.5 DVD set. At first, I decide to get it from Best Buy when I bought my new hard drive, but then I got to talking with the classical expert about Shostakovich's string quartets. I end up getting the Fitzwilliam Quartet cycle, and I figure since I'm spending that much, I'll just throw in Battlestar Galactica with it. Season 3 starts Oct. 6!

Wednesday: I go to the Blogger meet-up, my first in a long time.

Thursday: I worry about my performance review at work because I blew off this research project I was supposed to be doing, but as it turned out, the head of the department has cooled off on the project itself. So I dodge that bullet. Aside from that, everyone loves me.

Friday: I discover Acronis True Image.

Monday: ATM in my office eats my card. I cancel it but now must way for a new one to arrive in the mail.

Tuesday: One of my trashy neighbors decides it would be fun to start screaming into a karaoke machine with the echo on full at 4 a.m. Sleep-deprived, I show up to work and call the apartment office to find out how to get that motherfucker evicted.

Wednesday: An upgrade to a new internal drive goes horribly bad because I have only one SATA port with which to do a data transfer. It would have been easier if I could have set up a master and slave, but SATA doesn't support that.

Thursday: My TiVo stops responding to the remote control, thereby forcing a reboot. Purchase of a hard drive enclosure still can't address the data transfer, so I spend the entire night reinstalling Windows and all my applications. I wonder whether it's a Mercury retrograde. (It's not.)

Friday: I don't know yet. The day has just begun. My mind tends to go to very dark places.

An ATM in my office ate my card this morning. Literally.

It had its usually welcoming greeting, "Insert card". When I did, I got an angry red screen that told me the machine was out of service. I hit cancel, thinking the ATM would spit my card back out. But it didn't.

I went to the receptionist, but she couldn't really help me all that much. I called my bank to cancel the card. I still need to get cash.

Wow. Today is really going to suck.

I have a large enough pile of unfinished books that I've stopped buying them. I imposed a rather impossible rule that I would discourage myself from acquiring new books till I have finished the ones I have.

That rule falls apart when it comes to authors I love.

So the moment I saw Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman by Murakami Haruki on the bookstore shelf, I took it to the cash register immediately.

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Now that I've been going haywire with my piano rehearsals, I've actually become rathy picky about the sheet music I buy.

So much so, I've actually developed a favorite.

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... greatly exagerrated, blah, blah, blah.

Although the way my legs have felt these past three days, it sure felt like dying.

The move is done.

I couldn't get the cable and Internet access connected till today. Am leaving work ultrasuperearly to let the Cable Guy in. Hence, no e-meeru from me in the past three days.

Musicwhore.org is now being powered by Smarty, and the Audiobin is moving to a donation model.

I'm in the market for a new file cabinet.

Ziplock storage bags are wonderful things.

My mixer blew up when I was trying to play some Shiina Ringo on the piano.

It took a while to get used to sleeping on the bed again.

But all these points will be expounded in detail once my home connnection is set up yet again.

Oh yeah.