I will never again be afraid that I may fall into the underbelly of
a city via the manhole. I watched some city laborers today, and they
had to use a sledge hammer and a crowbar to get one open, so I
doubt that my sleight weight by comparison would slip one open and
drop me into oblivion. Check off one more suburban paranoia about
the city.

I did indeed bat my eyelashes (stubby and light as they may be) at a tech
today, and to the irritation of his female boss, he gave me two hours'
worth of diagnostic and fix time on my computer. This would normally cost
me $60/hour. Apparently everyone at MIT fixes their own. Honestly, I would
be ecstatic to pay someone to fix it, if it would guarantee I would be able to
contact the internet from my apartment. I have tried everything Ed suggested
and everything I could think of.

So now I can login from anywhere on campus, but I had to save this in notepad so
that I could get my thoughts out. Tres confounding.

I am worried about Ed. He's having trouble keeping track of his assignments.
Isn't eating very often. I need to get Eric to take better care of him.

I had a splitting headache, so I ate, medicated myself to heaven, had some chocolate,
and drank water. It seems to have helped the headache, but not the motivation,
unfortunately.

Of course, now that my head has stopped pounding, I notice my throat is sore. Maybe
I have one of my infamous summer colds. Or maybe my throat always gets sore
whenever there's Vitamin C in my diet. I've started drinking Vitamin Water. It's
nummy.

In order to get into the building, I had to play the Cute Helpless Female card,
because I didn't have a legitimate way into the Very Locked Door. I also didn't
have the correct IT number on me, because I'm a dork. The first guy who came by
and saw my exhausted and frustrated demeanor had pity on me and brought me inside
to the helpdesk. Good thing, too, because it was about a mile back to where I had
come from, and I didn't want to have to go back with a non-working desk weight--er
laptop. Actually, it's a very *good* desk weight.

I miss cat fur. I miss the smell of my wicked,self-centered,annoying, underfoot
catlings.

More than that, I absolutely am bereft of the smell of my mate, and I feel the
same way I did when we started dating. After having him around for a couple days,
I started getting used to the way he smelled, and that smell was The Most
Comforting Smell in the Universe. I called him up, and I really didn't want to
sound desperate, but I needed him. I need him now. He would make everything alright.
Nothing is right without him.

Guess I should get back to the homework. I have to write that paper, you know. It seems
that none of my classmates that I have grown acquainted with are doing more work
on this assignment (or any of the others) than I am, and we are all in the same
class-for-credit situation, so I am less worried, really. Unless I have fallen in with
Teh Slackers!, I think I am doing a decent job. I certainly am getting at the very least
the required work done.

(I'll backdate this when I feel better.)