So, my cable modem died on Thursday night and only got replaced today. The connection was working fine when it was plugged directly into my computer, but when I plugged it into my router instead, so that my roommate and TiVo can also connect to the internet, it wouldn't work. So I went into my router configuration, and set it to clone the MAC address of the ethernet card on my computer and it worked.

Because that's the obvious thing to do. >.<

I had a dream again two nights ago, this time about Petr Sykora, and not about Alyn McCauley. I am much less uncomfortable about that one.

So apparently I have to work at least 30 hours a week to not be considered part-time. If I'm part-time, I don't get health insurance. I guess I will not be working part-time anymore. This will severely cut into my bumming time! :P

The guy who came to fix my internet connection is a big hockey fan! A Penguins fan from umm, some place in Pennsylvania nearish to Pittsburgh. We babbled (maybe it was mostly me babbling) for a while; it's like hockey is a native language shared by not many people so when I get the chance to speak it I go nuts. :P

Finally told my roommate that the brand name of the facial wash she uses means "fuck your mother" in Hokkien. She found it hysterical.

Speaking of native languages, I think I'm sort of in love with this girl. I am definitely in love with the phrase "FUCK THE AUNTIE". And the way she writes is the way I talk to other Singaporeans. Might make a phone post or something one of these days to illustrate.