What an amazing day! It's such an amazing day that I'm simply happy to be alive and well. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was the first day of summer. Fortunately, I do know better, and the still-naked trees confirm that it's still April. It's such a nice day that I really shouldn't be sitting inside writing about how beautiful it is outside. That seems faintly ridiculous, like spending your dream holiday staring at your camcorder's LCD screen because you want to show the folks back home just how much fun you were having, and how many amazing things you saw.

Listening to Elvis Costello's latest record, when i was cruel, which I just picked up together with Sheryl Crow's c'mon, c'mon (that's how both titles are spelled on the covers; doesn't anybody use capital letters anymore?). Real rock'n'roll. I needed that after yesterday's heavy pop injection.

My phone-company sucks. Back in December, I ordered ADSL, and I was told it'd be delivered within ten days. At the end of January, they told me "three weeks, maximum". And in February they said "we don't know, we can't give you an estimate". So I told them to forget it, and I ordered broadband cable, which arrived two days later. The cable service has been great, and much faster than the ADSL service would have been. I'm a happy camper. Then, yesterday evening, the phone-company delivers the ADSL adaptor. Great. Of course, their customer service number is closed for the weekend. It's going to be real hell trying to get them to cancel the service and take the adaptor back. Once they've got their claws into you, they never give in. But then again, neither do I, and Monday morning at 8 AM, on the dot, I'm going to let them know just how I feel. Here's a tip: I'm pissed.

...but then I just look out the window and I'm all happy again. I have the attention span of a goldfish.  ¶ 17:19