So this weekend was Chicago. Mae picked me up at 05:30-ish and we hit the road, driving up IN-63 N, then I-94 W. I took the second leg of the drive, and Mae and I chatting about just about anything that came to mind, despite the early hour. A tinkle stop just inside of Chicago got us all kinds of lost. See, I’m used to highways where if you get off , you should be able to go through whatever intersection is at the overpass, then hop right back on the highway. Nope. We stopped at a McDonald’s and were never able to get back on the highway. I got…

http://nathan.beittenmiller.com. Also (affectionately) known as “Nathan Bite-my-ass”, this is the “N.” of my former posts. …and now I’ve gotten him into blogging. I r0x0r.

I had three things I needed to do last night: do laundry, call Aunt Lisa, and clean the apartment. Three things. Long story short, the presence of someone washing about nine loads of laundry (no joke) kept me in the laundry room from 20:30 until 23:00. All I wanted was to wash three loads. My auntie is uncalled (this is probably the only week this entire year she will work first shift) and my apartment is still a mess. I need more sleep. I shouldn’t be this damn tired and close to tears with frustration during the summer. Tonight is stirfry and Firefly with WO and tomorrow is Chicago with…

(11:01:20) WO: I’ve seen the “Users don’t read error boxes” problem he mentions on another page. (11:03:19) Lissa: Oh, yes! That makes helpdesk work so damn difficult. “What was the error?” “I don’t know. I just clicked it, and now my machine doesn’t work. Fix it.” “But you didn’t read the error?” “No, I just clicked it.” ?!!?! (11:04:54) WO: Yup. They click it so fast you don’t even have TIME to read it. (11:05:33) Lissa: You’d think it was the damn physical portion of an IQ test–faster means better! go twitch reactions! (11:06:07) WO: Yup! (11:06:25) WO: How the hell do they know which button to click?! (11:06:47) Lissa:…