I shall attempt to keep the whinging to a minimum. Suffice it to say that the good mood that reigned early this morning was dashed to the ground and stomped on mercilessly by the $250 deficit in my bank account and subsequent discovery of a $400+ charge from AOL yesterday. I was so livid I could not find words to express my anger -- every time I tried, I merely sputtered and spewed forth a stream of half-formed syllables. No, the charge was not a mistake. It simply revealed the employees in AOL's "customer service" department to be the rancid-cock-gobbling krill-fuckers they truly are. Except for Brad, the nice fellow who helped me start to cancel my account, but then managed to get me a credit for over half of that absurd amount of money, plus free AOL service (in conjunction with my new cable modem). The remainder, which AOL gets to keep, I can only assume will be used to fund Finance & Billing Supervisor Margie's Ass-to-Face Transposition surgery and her expensive penchant for eating poor, helpless kittens.
In lighter news, I travel cross-country tomorrow. Back to the old homestead, the old stomping grounds, the old headquarters. I grow more and more apprehensive as it approaches -- I should really be more excited, but it seems that everyone I know in New York has planned some sort of exciting gala activity to occur the same weekend I will not be here. I know that all of the really funny things are going to happen while I am gone, and I will miss out on inside jokes for months to come.
On that note, I shall sign off for the evening. More to come tomorrow, I am sure, as well as a whole host of missives from the suburbs, probably centering around how much I want to be somewhere that is not the suburbs.