![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Nov. 18th, 2005 12:56 pmI just got off the phone with the student loan people for my grad school loans, about which I hadn't heard anything, and about which I was getting nervous. It seems I don't have to start paying them for another four weeks, but they had the wrong address for me besides, so I fixed that.
Apparently technology hates me today, because Sprint in its infinite wisdom decided to forget the address change it had happily accepted in August, and sent this month's bill to my old address in Brighton. Which I would never have known about if Sprint in its infinite wisdom hadn't sent me a text message about that.
And my VCR, for some reason, shut its timer off yesterday, so I missed taping the first part of a two-part show at 3:30 this morning.
And it's cold out and the heat's on its daytime schedule, meaning I'm freezing.
Yesterday after my interview with MGH (which went fairly well, I think, so if Harvard doesn't want me after all, at least I have a couple more options), I went to Windsor Button, because I had come to a point in my embroidery where it wanted a color I didn't seem to have. So I bought a skein of it, and came home, and discovered that I already had two skeins of it, but I'd misfiled them (I file floss in numerical order). Then I discovered that the pattern had a misprint. 544, according to the pattern, is bright yellow; according to the actual skein, it's light lavender. Oops. A bit of research led me to the conclusion that the pattern meant 444, not 544. So now I have to go downtown again and buy a skein of 444.
I can't decide whether or not the universe is actively snickering up its sleeve at me.
Apparently technology hates me today, because Sprint in its infinite wisdom decided to forget the address change it had happily accepted in August, and sent this month's bill to my old address in Brighton. Which I would never have known about if Sprint in its infinite wisdom hadn't sent me a text message about that.
And my VCR, for some reason, shut its timer off yesterday, so I missed taping the first part of a two-part show at 3:30 this morning.
And it's cold out and the heat's on its daytime schedule, meaning I'm freezing.
Yesterday after my interview with MGH (which went fairly well, I think, so if Harvard doesn't want me after all, at least I have a couple more options), I went to Windsor Button, because I had come to a point in my embroidery where it wanted a color I didn't seem to have. So I bought a skein of it, and came home, and discovered that I already had two skeins of it, but I'd misfiled them (I file floss in numerical order). Then I discovered that the pattern had a misprint. 544, according to the pattern, is bright yellow; according to the actual skein, it's light lavender. Oops. A bit of research led me to the conclusion that the pattern meant 444, not 544. So now I have to go downtown again and buy a skein of 444.
I can't decide whether or not the universe is actively snickering up its sleeve at me.
