Tone Parsons

It’s monday, and I feel like crap.

My stomach is turning itself upside-down, I’m sweaty, and my overall opinion of life is poor.

*bleh*

Of course, I’m at work (because I’m all dope like that), but I’ll be heading home soon. I just need to tie a few things up first.

Once I’m at home, it’s off to bed for me.

Remember that post a while back where I just screamed and screamed?

Now, take that post multiply by a factor of 12, add 2, and you’ve now got where I am now.

*shudder*

I’m going to hide under my desk for the rest of the week, in the fetal postion, sucking my thumb and humming while rocking back and forth.

I have a webcam… you can watch my mental meltdown.

If I had to do it all over again, I’d start by writing these two rules on the wall:
Rule #1: Do not tell people you know anything about computers.

Rule #2: Do not tell people you know anything about computers.

I get phone calls… lots of phone calls.

“I just did something stupid and now all my *insert important files here* are gone!”. “I just downloaded *insert known spyware infested application here* and now my computer keeps *insert bad thing here*.

So… it’s official. I do not know anything about computers. Please don’t call me at work because your home PC just exploded in a green ball of fire and all the demons from hell have you backed into a corner (read: you installed a porn dialer and now your homepage has been reset, you have a new desktop background of two old ladies going at it with giant produce, and your computer keeps dialing a 900 number in Nigera).

I can’t help you.

Oh… and don’t call the Geek Squad…. they’re a bunch of smacktards.

I took yesterday off so I could be there when the furniture store delivered our new beds.

I had expected to get up at 6:30 to wake the kids for school, but work had different plans for me. The phone started ringing at 4:10 am because there was a problem at work. By 5:30 am, the problem was solved and there was no point in going back to bed.

I called the delivery phone number at 8:00am to find out when they’d show up with the beds. They gave me a 2 hour window: between 9:30 and 11:30.

At 11:29, the truck pulled up (isn’t that always the way?).

They set my youngest son’s bed up first, as we had already moved his old one down to the guest room (the old one is a very good bed, but it’s too big for his room). Then they hit the master bedroom.

I guess I should have warned them in advance. The mattress we had in there is more than a little heavy. We had a king size Simmons Beautyrest World Class Holmes. It was 17.5″ (44.45 cm) deep and weighed in at nearly 500 pounds (226.8kg, or a quarter of a ton!). They grunted that they had never seen a mattress so heavy before as they struggled to haul it out the door.

After they set the new one up, we made it up and gave it the litmus test (no… there was no wild hot monkey love… just a nap). Of course, my eldest woke me about 40 minutes later because he had some paperwork for drivers ed that needed to be signed, so I didn’t get much of a nap.

After signing the papers, getting and serving dinner (mmmm… take-out Chinese!!), and doing the other various things I do in the evenings (play a game on the PC, watch a DVD, etc), I finally stumbled my tired butt off to bed.

It’s much firmer than the old one. I was afraid it might be too firm, but fell asleep quickly anyway. When I woke up this morning, I noticed one thing immediately: my back wasn’t bothering me much.

It still feels pretty good… and that’s an amazing thing, as it’s been there every day, reminding me of it’s presence by sending sharp pains up and down my body, for the past few years. Today, it actually feels somewhat loose, and is causing very little discomfort.

YAY!!!

Hopefully I feel this way tomorrow morning. If so, I’ll claim victory for the decision (and forget the fact that we just tossed out a 2 year old $3,500 bed).