“She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly…”
-Ben Folds Five

As I type this, my iBrick is plugged into my computer restoring all the data, songs, videos, etcetera that it managed to wipe out when I tried to update the 2.0 firmware (Note: Don’t be enthusiastic – the app store, yeah, it’s cool, but it’ll still be cool like… Monday). I plugged in my phone, was able to download the update and figured I was home free until I got an error about my “network connection being timed out” and then doing a search on Google to find that many other people just like me had their pricey little iPhones (because I have the pricey one and not the faster, cheaper one) rendered useless. Bricks. Fuck.

So, I did what anyone else would do in my situation: I finished painting my hallway. What? You wouldn’t do that? Slacker. Today’s painting job involved using a really long extension pole screwed into the bottom of the roller, and it was awkward, tricky, and again, I backed my ass into a wet wall (Ralph Lauren Greenwich, if you must know) and ruined another pair of shorts with my painting efforts. Honestly, I should just start painting in my underwear. I am pretty tickled to have tackled this huge project (see, the world is funky and mysterious and everything happens for a reason).

Then I started trolling the online forums of fellow geeky people to find the answer to my problems and was able  to find, in the Apple forums, a suggestion from someone having the same issue (and there were lots of people, for sure), and voila – fixed and unbricked in no time. I’m kicking back enjoying my new apps on my iPhone (including Pandora, hello? Awesome).

And I’m back up and running.

Also, today? I had my sister update my highlights I had done a few weeks ago. I was really worried. I hadn’t wanted her to notice my hair, so the last time I saw her, I had it tucked into a ball cap, with the ends twirled around in a bun and tucked in. And she still fucking noticed. She didn’t tell me she was upset though, which stinks. She told our mom who told me, and then said, “You know, she gets nervous about confronting you.” This is the biggest laugh because I’m the biggest wuss-baby sucker who ever walked. If somone pisses me off, I’m likely to stew about it silently versus exploding (unless I’m married to you, in which case, all bets are off, good luck to ya). My highlights were lightening quite a bit – too much – I have very dark hair, they were looking very blonde, it was a little obvious and not in the good way. I bit the bullet and asked my sis to redo them. She done good. So far, I’m liking it. We’ll see what happens as it fades.

And that’s enough random for today. I’ve spent far too long sitting on my ass today (you know, when I didn’t have it resting in the wet paint on the wall), and I need to burn some energy.