Triumphant return

My internet is back up! Just as I'd resigned myself to having to pay for some form of net access in my apartment, voila! Internet! I wasn't even going on my computer to check for a connection (I have a version of Text Twist that I can play offline, thank god) and there it was! I'm very happy to have it back. I spent my day off today cleaning. CLEANING, I tell you! But now, I can go back to wasting all my time like a good lazy person.

As for today's cleaning, I did eight, count them, eight loads of laundry. This included all my towels and a particularly hairy blanket, but still, eight. And they were full loads. I have too much crap. I should really go through my stuff and give away all the shirts that are falling apart and the pants that don't actually fit, but the trouble is (as shown by the eight loads of laundry) I still wear them with some regularity. I'm a little surprised What Not to Wear hasn't kicked me in the face yet.

My mom's therapy appointment is next week! It's a shame I don't have a video of Elizabeth doing her happy dance, because this would be the perfect place for it.

Why oh why does it take so long to bake a $0.25 frozen Banquet chicken pot pie?

Monday and Tuesday at work I spent two minutes clicking on my AdSense ads (it seems to have figured out what I'm doing from my home IP address and will often not add any money for my clicking). It was the little bar that lets you choose what types of ads to look at, then gives you an entire page of ads to click on. With the keywords "mesothelioma," "real estate," and "maid services" (I actually was checking out maid services, so why not get paid for it?), AdSense paid me $6.28 on Monday and $14.44 on Tuesday. Holy crap. That's better pay than phone sex! I'm almost to $50, which is the half-way point to actually seeing money. For the minimal hassle, I say it's definitely been worth it, and they don't actually pay me to say this shit.

So, if you love me and/or don't mind, click an ad or two, or if possible as to see ads for real estate, mesothelioma, or anything else you can think of and click click click! When/if I eventually get a check from this shit, I'll totally buy you a drink or something.

Begging readers to do things just reminded me: there are six entries in my guestbook! From four different people who aren't me! And they're actually interesting! I feel loved. Carnally, in Joel's (AKA "Yoel" the Silly UberJew)'s case.