Trike.ca is down for the count and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it from here. You have no idea how much this ticks me off. This means: no email, no MSN, no ICQ, no kitten pictures. And of course this happens the same day that UofC finally gets off its ass and posts all my final grades, so I have to send a bunch of emails to people in the administration so's they can officially clear me for grad school and I can register for courses. But the information I need to do this is on my computer, which is... you guessed it.
So now I basically have to sit on my ass, wait for Room-mate to get back from Kamloops (should be the 3rd, as I understand it), cross my fingers and hope that (A) he notices something is wrong, and (B) it's something easy (like the router needing to be power-cycled) that he can fix on his own.
Because in the meantime I have no way of contacting him, short of a phone call so expensive it'll make my dad go through the roof.
Meme time. I post this one only because it's cute.
In the year 2006 I resolve to: