Because it was a holiday weekend, and because my cable company sucks enough during regular business hours, I didn’t expect my cable outage to be resolved until Monday.
So the Cable light on my modem flashed all weekend long.
I gave them some time on Monday as well, then finally called in to see if I could find out the status of the outage.
The person I spoke to said that there wasn’t an outage, and that apparently only my cable was out, so I would need to have someone come to my apartment to check it out.
He went on to inform me that getting someone to come out would take two weeks, but added, “We’ll give you credit for the time you’re without Internet access.”My response to that was, “Well no kidding.”
Still, I was reasonably certain that despite his claims to the contrary my lack of cable really was part of a larger outage, and I held out hope that it would be resolved in less than a fortnight.
Turns out that I was right, which was a very good thing, as after two full days without access I was already going a little bit crazy.
So I called today to cancel the dispatch and get credited for the days I was without.
On Sunday night, as there wasn’t much on TV and I had no Internet access, I went to bed relatively early, and then I slept until relatively late on Monday morning.
I went to Wal-Mart and did what grocery shopping I could, making use of the gift cards I got for Christmas, and when I got home I eventually took a two and a half hour nap.
Later that night…well, something kind of disturbing happened. I’d prefer not to get into the details of what that something was, as it is too intensely personal for me to want to share here, and I would also prefer than none of you speculate, as the odds really don’t favor you successfully guessing. It’s nothing illegal, it’s nothing terribly immoral, and honestly, it’s probably not even embarrassing, but I just don’t feel comfortable talking about it.
In any case, late Monday night/early Tuesday morning I found myself deeply and profoundly troubled, and that fact, coupled with the disturbance to my circadian rhythms from the early to bed/late to rise experience caused me to get a grand total of approximately forty-five minutes of sleep.
This, of course, through my circadian rhythms even further out of whack, and so I resolved to simply stay awake all day and go to bed at a more conventional time in order to get back on track.
That meant, however, that, except for the forty-five minutes of restless sleep I’d gotten, I would be awake for well over thirty hours.
Still feeling the original anxiety that led to the sleeplessness in the first place, my emotional health rapidly deteriorated throughout the day as the effects of fatigue piled on. The lack of Internet access didn't help matters any either.
So overall, Tuesday wasn’t a good day, and it’s probably best that I had no reason to venture out into the world and deal with people.
I managed to hang on until around 1 am, at which point I gratefully retired to bed, to wake on Wednesday morning feeling refreshed and renewed, and very pleased to see that my Internet access had been restored to me.
That more or less brings us up to date. It’s a good thing not much happens in my life, otherwise this would have been one really long (even for a Threshold) post.
I was going to comment a little on comments left by a certain “Anonymous” Threshold visitor, but I just don’t have the energy right now, and I’d rather do some drawing anyway.
I will say that in my comments in response I made a reference to run-on sentences. When I first read what “Anonymous” had to say my eyes were apparently not working, as I failed to see the periods. Turns out “Anonymous” did punctuate after all.
So it’s my bad on that score.
The comment itself, both for its content and, in a larger sense, what it represents, is definite fodder for a lengthy post.
That particular post just isn’t coming today.
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