It’s funny. Some days I get up and I know, I just KNOW how the day’s going to go.

That wasn’t today. Luckily.

When I got up, I thought it’d be a pretty good day. I had a few things to put together before the weekend–top matches around the country for volleyball, starting an opponent preview for South Dakota State, you know, the normal stuff. Yeah.

Anyway, I worked for all of about 90 minutes before the Internet went to shit.

A downside of living is a big city is that there are a lot of damn people. And all these people want Internet. So, what do you get from that? Shitty Internet service unless you’re willing to pay for the upgrade. They can “boost” you up two levels, about $10 each level, if you want something close to microwave speed. I think we have 1950s blender speed.

And on a separate ramble, the DVR service here is horseshit. Anyone living back in Lincoln who bitched about the changes they made to Time Warner’s DVR service about two years ago should just come out here and live for a few days. Fuckin’ horseshit. You can fast forward through commercials but you can’t jump back to the start of the commercial automatically. You can’t turn the DVR off when a show is recording. It will record off, but you have to leave the DVR on if it’s already recording. There are like 31 other things I hate about it, and I’m sure I’m going to hear about this from sugar mama since she’s paying that bill (um, along with all the rest), but fuck it. It’s terrible. I want my Lincoln cable back. Yes, I actually said that.

So with the Internet going to hell, I decided to head out and get some stuff done. We’re going up to North Carolina this weekend to the sugar-in-laws. I saw them last summer for the first time in about four years and I’m looking forward to spending some time with them. I like my in-laws. They’re pretty cool. Now, I’ll be the first to grant you that I’ve only seen them in person about six or seven times, tops, since we were married eight years ago, but still, I’ve liked it when I did see them. And I look forward to this time too.

Of course, as we’re going to North Carolina for only the fourth time since I moved away from there, there’s a hurricane on the way. Go figure. I’m almost-deathly affraid of the water, at least deep water like ocean water, and a lot of that comes from Hurricane Floyd. Maybe I’m a pussy but whatever. That rain wasn’t just rain. That shit washes people away and it’s way scarier than people give it credit. So I’m leary of it, whether millions of gallons in the ocean or the stuff coming from a hurricane.

To get ready for the trip, I went to get an oil change. That went simply enough. And then I stopped to get a few other things we needed around the house since the oil change place isn’t nearby (although 15 minutes away isn’t far, but feels like it when you do it on the highway).

After that, let’s see? I headed home. Oh, yeah. And I ran over a 3-foot x 3-foot piece of metal in the middle of the road while I was doing 73 and it ruptured some air conditioning line or something. That’s all. Nothing big.

How do I know this? Well, I’m assuming there must be a hole in something for all the green fluid that’s now on my garage floor.

So yeah, one would think I’d be a pretty not-happy camper when I got home today. But actually, there was some solace. Before I came home I stopped at Mikes Hot Dog’s and got a combo. Two Chicago-style hot dogs with fries. I love Chicago-style dogs. If you haven’t had one, you should. They have mustard and ketchup and chopped onions and a slice of tomato and a hot pepper and the really green, dark green relish.

Damn they’re good.

Good enough to make me not really be that pissed about the car. Until next week when I take it to the shop to get it fixed.

I actually bet I do know how that day will go.