crappy crappy crappy

Well, I just changed my ISP. I actually went back to one of my previous ISPs, because I know them personally, and the only reason I left was because they weren't as cheap as the others. However, they'd always been reliable, and, even more important for an impulsive person like me, who had spent several hours trying to log on and getting more and more and more and more and more frustrated -- they have an "instant" account sign up, where you sign up on the web, give 'em your credit card number, and you can dial in with your new account five minutes later -- which I did, when my existing ISP killed my connection again for no reason.

The now-ex ISP was iinet, which had been perfectly okay until they decided to get One National Number, and after that, it was as flaky as Dorian's dusty corpse. Not only could I not dial in, but when I did, it would kick me off, anything from two minutes to an hour later (average, ten minutes). They told me to get a new modem. So I did. If anything, the connection was more flaky with the new modem than the old. So this morning, where I am sure that my telephone bill will get a huge bulge in the number of calls made today, like, over a hundred, it was the Last Straw.

I considered going back to iprimus, which was the ISP once-removed, but then I thought I'd check out what connexus was doing nowadays, and I'm now going to be paying more... but, hey, if I'm going ADSL that would be even more, wouldn't it. I think I'm going to have to choose between ADSL and cable TV. Well, I don't watch that much TV anyway. I seem to spend too much money on DVDs instead.

Of course, I was even more irritated because my Toe Hurts. I finally mentioned the toe to my doctor when I saw him this morning, and he poked and prodded and jabbed things at it; it's now got cotton with some brown stuff on it, jammed into the toe and it's throbbing like anything, something guaranteed to erode my patience with incompetant ISPs.

Tonight I am going to be poked and prodded with electric sensors in the Sleep Lab of the local private hospital, to see whether I really have sleep apnea or not. I don't *&%%$&((** care by this point -- I just want to have a decent night's sleep! Several. In a row. So if it turns out that I have sleep apnea, I'll cheer, because at least that is a known problem with a known effective treatment. (sigh)

My mood is indescribable, because it is a cocktail of frustration, relief, pain, tiredness, worry, depression, hope, and did I mention tired?

I have been so tired this week that one morning I put on my shoes before my trousers. (sigh)