Peeling at the Yellow Wallpaper

We finally got DSL at the Random household last night. Mr. Random installed it on the computer, it worked great for him . . . then when it was my turn to try it . . . somehow, all of my Netscape bookmarks disappeared. Don’t ask me how it happened, I don’t know. All I know is that I opened my browser as usual, went to a usual website and then the thing froze up on me. Once we got out of the freeze, I could no longer get into my bookmarks. I had about 200 of them, all neatly categorized, amassed after years of use. I can recopy the ones I have at work, but it is still a pain. Mr. Random spent an hour trying to figure out what went wrong, and felt so bad that my account didn’t work. Why do things have to go wrong with MY stuff? Whine, whine . . .

. . . I have been having trouble reading anything longer than a cereal box for the last few months. I can’t even bring myself to finish looking through this month’s In Style. In Style! All you have to do is look at the pretty pictures, and I can’t even manage that! And that is the most non-literate magazine that I can think of . . . My concentration is shot to heck . . . I’m trying to figure out how to fix it , but I guess I don’t even know what the actual problem is. Actually, I was really getting into my book at the L.A. train station, but of course, I was not allowed to sit quietly and do so because of the antsy Randoms who wouldn’t give me a moment’s peace when waiting for the train . . .

. . . However, I have been going through crossword puzzles like crazy. I can’t concentrate enough to read, but I can do three or four New York Times type crosswords at a stretch. I’m also starting to do those Su Do Ku puzzles in the Wash Post every day . . . so my brain is good for something, but what does this mean?

. . . I’m having trouble sleeping lately, too. I wake up at 2 or 3 AM and can’t get back to sleep for at least an hour. Longer if I actually do get up and watch TV or read to get my mind off whatever. I’m soliciting recommendations on what I should do about this . . . otherwise, I’m going to become a snarky, holy terror to be around . . .

So, I have been in a most foul mood this week. I just want the weekend to get here. Many things to look forward to on the weekend. A nice lunch on Saturday, “Art on the Avenue” on Sunday. A busy weekend, but busy doing fun things that I enjoy doing. But come Monday, heaven help me . . .

(End with Jimmy Buffett’s “Come Monday” running through my head . . .)

Come Monday
It’ll be all right
Come Monday
I’ll be holding you tight

I’ve spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side . . .

(See, I told you the thoughts on this blog were random . . .)