trapped

my never ending lazy weekend is now truly never ending. i am trapped here at lake george, at the mercy of vehicle owning people. supposedly doing work currently but instead lamenting my situation. the weather is this lovely northwest copy. damp, drizzly and green. it's just not fair that i have to be inside attempting the telecommute.

lizah is off at her grandfather's and i want to read trash novels. not figure out my missing piece of awk script. fucking unix. i just wish i knew it better. of course i'm too much of an egoist to ask people who could help.

this week the digital camera of past posts talking should arrive from it's long backorder and then i might accompany my complaints with pictures.

maire and i have been communicating through text messages this weekend and i guess our new housemate's room smells strongly of urine. besides being extremely put off by this i have to wonder how a 35yr old man has been unsuccessful at potty training. and if you drink so much that you do urinate yourself that might be a little indicator that you have a problem. of course we had to be the idiots to say sure, 35yr old, shiftless, probably emotionally unstable man, come live with us. we'd love to have to hound you for the little rent we ask of you and we've always wanted the front of our apartment to smell of urine. the cat was not able to accomplish that so thanks for taking up the cause. asshole.