Stupid phones chicka-quack-quack

The water situation here is serious, but I wouldn’t consider it as dire yet. There was no bottled water left at any grocery store by the time we got home from work tonight, so we stocked up on perrier (oh french carbonated watery something-or-other) and found a few straggler bottles when we put fuel in huffy. We pay more for water than we do for gasoline. Interesting that.

At work there were discussions today about third world countries and how they deal with far worse water conditions on a regular basis than a turbidity level of 80. Online I saw people upset over their inability to get coffee because all the shops use tap water. Actually, I saw that at the office too – the coffee machine there is connected directly to the tap water. People like their coffee in this town.

I had a sore throat earlier. It seems fine now though.

It’s nights like tonight, when I start feeling insecure and overlooked, that I begin to wonder what people actually think of me. I don’t talk to half the people I used to. Is it because I don’t have anything to say anymore? Is it that they just don’t feel like talking to me? Do they think I don’t want to talk to them? Is it my fault for not calling, msg’ing, whatever?

Meh. bad mood.

3 Comments

  • theoldmac

    November 17, 2006 at 5:33 am

    I have a friend whose profile quote is “I’d rather be looked over than overlooked.”

    I’m here if you want to talk. msn me or some junk.

    • Jenny Lee Silver

      November 26, 2006 at 8:14 am

      I know not your MSN.

      • theoldmac

        November 26, 2006 at 10:12 am

        dj.syrum at netzero dot net