In which the kitten is saved, but the laptop is lost. (Another post comprised almost entirely of bitching and self-pity. Yes, I sure know how to crank out the content!)

So the kitten now lives at the rental store, until the local no-kill shelter decides to return calls so she can be transferred into their care. (Our local no-kill shelter is notoriously difficult to give animals to. They tend to argue with you when you try to give them animals, and always ask why you don’t keep the animal yourself.) The ever-gorgeous Mr J called me up after the last post and droned, “Okay, tell me where they are,” and then performed a rescue mission. Turns out there was only one, a sleek black female with dark amber eyes. Rescue: complete. Don’t ever let anyone tell you the Internet isn’t a Force For Good.

Yesterday morning Bread called me up in a grumpy mood and wanted the laptop. Now. Over-goddamned-NIGHT, thank you very much. So I spent a good portion of my day yesterday packing and shipping the laptop. I spent nearly two hours driving around looking for a UPS truck to give the package to. In the heat. I couldn’t find one, and had to wait for the 5:45 pick-up at Copperfield. All this means I no longer have a portable computer, which in turn means no more coffee-shop ‘net access, no more DVDs in bed where the A/C is, no more iTunes library, and no more email.

Well, actually, once I pay my land line bill I may be able to connect over dial-up from home, but since LISCO let me go? My free account may no longer even work.

And while I understand that the laptop was purchased specifically for selling roofs in Indianapolis, that trivial detail didn’t stop me from being royally, utterly, completely pissed the hell off that I had to give it up. It was — to be totally dramatic about the whole situation — the one fun doodad I had. And now it’s en route to Indy, where Bread will probably use it less than an hour a day. Bah.

I’m broke, I don’t have a job, there are no matches for me in the Iowa Jobsearch database, I hate my house, I hate my commute, my dogs are miserable, my PPC doesn’t work, and I don’t even have my own fucking car. (It’s parked in the barn with two flat tires and I’m driving BoSe’s Exploder. Which is much better than nothing, and I’m grateful, but still. It’d be nice to have my own fucking ride, all things considered.) I was rather inordinately fond of the laptop, for its portability and wirelessness and my Ovusoft database and MY ITUNES LIBRARY, and, you know, the ability to edit and email resumes and stuff. *bangs head on desk* I’m afraid I was totally immature about the whole thing, but I hereby excuse myself since I’m so close to the end of my goddamned rope.

Right now I’m blogging from the rental store, because J said I could. My ‘net presence will probably be even more sporadic for the next while. If you can’t live without me, you should text my cell phone. I love text messages. (If you want my new number, leave a comment and I’ll email it to you the next time I’m online.)

I was supposed to have a meeting at WGC today to see if they have a job for me, but SF had to run out of town for some emergency or another. I’ll have to see him tomorrow when I get back from the airport. (I’m driving a friend to the airport tomorrow for fifty bucks. Yeah! Fifty bucks!) Tonight I have band practice and hopefully PK’s stocked his fridge with tasty beverages ’cause I could use a few.

I watched Sin City last night. Fun vid. Dark and violent, but fun. I think it gave me bad dreams, but since I very rarely remember my dreams it hardly matters.

Bread called me this afternoon and said he was thinking about bailing on the roofing thing. He’s feeling broke and dispondant and doesn’t want to borrow any more money and there are a couple of jobs he could go do and he doesn’t know if he can wait much longer for the money to start coming and I totally understand that, but if I shipped him that laptop for nothing I might just have to explode.