16 Eylül 2009, Çarşamba
saat: 03:41
i came home to write the email.
noone should be this stressed over an email. it's just that i can't predict how seth is going to react. and i usually go by how i think people will react. should i be formal or informal? will he remember me? should i mention the baby?
after three phone calls, countless restarts and checking with another computer, the guilty party turned out to be my computer not the internet. and it was able to connect to the internet with a foreign network, it just didn't like the one at our house. after two days at the end of which i was only waiting for the room to be cleared so i could call the us help center which would connect me to a guy named 'kevin' or 'john' or 'mike' in india, the problem went away by itself. then the mighty gmail crashed.
only goes to show that there are higher powers that are against me writing that email.
when you wake me up that early in the morning, i am not any better than a drunk.
and it doesn't matter if it was planned, or if i went to sleep early. morning is just not my time. the only thing i am good for in the morning is setting my alarm for a later time.
i went to sleep angry and woke up with a terrible headache and a sore neck.
i must have used up my peace store, sleeping problems are back.
when you say 'i know turkish', it's quite obvious you are turkish.
it would be great if they helped though. and i think they might.
also, why make me jump through english hoops if you 'know' turkish?
i feel too old for taking things lightly. i need more of commitment and seriousness in my life.
i think i explained myself before, at least i tried.
maybe silence really is golden?
