So, the folks from Comcast came out to fix the cable/internet. Here's what was wrong: It had been turned off. They didn't know who did it, or why, but when they checked the source, they found that we had somehow been officially disconnected... by somebody other than them.

Ah well, no worries. I'm online is all I know; I don't watch the TV.

Now I'm searching for info on Les Yeux Noir, some band that Katie told me about, which played at Castleton.

Speaking of, I've taken my eye off the ball. I'm losing the game of my life and focusing once again on her. The girl of my dreams, who would be perfectly happy to accept me as the guy of hers if only I could stop fucking fixating on her.
Paradox, there.
The only solution I've found is the monastery, which presupposes that I cannot have her still. So it's hardly a solution, I'm thinking.

Still I should go, though.