The Adesso TruForm keyboard went into this weird seizure thing where the touchpad worked but the keys didn't. The monitor went into power saving mode and I couldn't get it out because tapping the touchpad won't do it. You have to press a key. Any key but not the touchpad. Arrrggh! I ended up cycling the power on everything in the room to finally get this beast alive again.
Continuing with yesterday's theme, I reread the last two months of entries to see who all else I mentioned. So for the record:
Annette, Hilma, R and E, and anybody else I mentioned are real.
Toad, Ratty, Mole, and Badger are fictional creations of Kenneth Grahame.
Jose Canseco, Roger Clemens, Mo Vaughn, Kevin Kennedy, Dan Duquette, Whitey Herzog and any other ballplayers mentioned are probably real but you'll have to ask acting-commissioner-for-life Bud Selig to confirm that. Oh yeah, the Yankees are real too - even Wade Boggs.
Governor William Weld and Senator John Kerry are real - well as real as politicians can be.
James Taylor, Cheryl Wheeler, June Tabor, and the Oyster Band are recorded.
The ladies at the Rhode Island Audubon Society are real.
Buddy Cianci is the real Mayor of Providence but that's not his real hair - oh that's on my Rhode Island page not the journal...
It's raining approximately as hard as the first day of the flood. People are eyeing the white water in the streets with something that could develop into alarm but they won't let it. It's supposed to stop this afternoon anyway.
I've been to therapy already and don't feel any better. I gave my therapist homework to read - the cover story of this week's Newsweek is about the new AIDS drugs. When I had mentioned to her before about Crixivan reducing my brother's viral load she was astonished and hadn't heard anything about this. Now she has.
Therapy continued to focus on the "I do too much but it's not enough" syndrome. I've been exhausted by the nieces and by Nancy's sprained ankle and have been unable to do much reaching out to others.
I also was having a fit about Jaguar. I realized I didn't write an entry for Wednesday because I sped down to Nancy's immediately after the cat shelter. The gist of what's bothering me is the suggestion that since Jaguar sprays we should keep him in all the time. This ticked me off. He's been there practically since the place opened, no one is going to adopt him, and I'd hate to see his life restricted to constant caging just because it's inconvenient for us. I'll gladly clean up after him even though I'll bitch while I'm doing it. See, look at me I'm compulsively caretaking Jaguar ... yikes....
I promised to write about the poetry festival... I'll get to it sometime this week...
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