I Bought a Printer

That doesn't explain why I haven't been posting for the last few days, but I'm still really excited about it. It prints and it photocopies and it scans. It's basically fantastic.

In other news, I've been busy lately. By "busy," I mean, "addicted to 24." I don't think that watching 24 is a smart thing to do at all. You just don't stop watching. And then you feel bad about yourself because you're basically a waste of human flesh.

In other news still, I've been having a little dispute with my landlord. I'd love to write out all the details right now, but I'm lying in bed right now with my eyes half-closed. It's only 9:21 today, but I think I'm going to go to bed early (hoorah!). Suffice it to say that I currently own a fridge. I'm not supposed to be a fridge owner. I'm not at the point in my life where it's very wise to own large appliances. But since my landlord asked me to buy a fridge for the apartment and then was very unhappy to find out how much I spent on the fridge, he seems to have decided to not reimburse me. Not yet, anyway.

Yesterday I went shopping with Puckish Mitya for five hours. Though that might seem like a wonderful dream to some people, to us it was not. we got to WalMart at about 7 or 7:30. First we looked for some clothes for him (for those who don't know, he decided a week and a half ago to just drop everything and go to Indonesia). Then he said that we needed to walk through every aisle of WalMart because he didn't actually have a list of things he needed; he'd simply grab what he needed as he saw it on the shelves.

Two and a half hours later, we dragged ourselves to the checkout stand. At this point, we were delirious. Intelligent or even coherent conversation had ended. Our communication was reduced to groans and sluggish gestures.

Right now, I'm waiting for him to come over, and I think that it's the last I'll see of him for the next three months. (Or even at all! He could get killed, you know.) It's truly a mark of love and friendship that I'm even awake right now.

5 comments:

Stupidramblings said...

Um so the printer is going to indonesia too, or you bought it while perusing the aisles at Walmart, or...Your post title has totally confused me.

PS What you call a tiring saga of Walmartedness, I call Saturday night.

Coop said...

I tried to warn you about the narcotic effects of 24. So don't blame me.

My wife and I are going to get addicted all over again (to another season) this weekend...as long as I can borrow my buddy's Blockbuster pass.

Th. said...

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In my experience, 5 minutes in W*M can do that to a person.

FoxyJ said...

My dad said that one of the reasons why he stopped shopping at WalMart was because it reminded him of casinos: big, dirty, brightly lit, and completely removed from outside reality. It is totally possible to spend hours in there and not even realize it.

limon said...

I must also admit that I have spent the last two, count'em, two finals weeks watching seasons of 24. I understand the self-loathing involved, but I just can't stop until it is done, which makes me want to watch the episodes even more quickly, which makes me feel even more worthless, which makes me want to get them over with even sooner. It's a wonderful thing.