Reasons #748476 and 36356 why I love my boyfriend. When I am feeling physically miserable he will offer at 1 am to come over and make me a cup of tea. Then he will do impressions of our friend Jack as a Dalek to make me laugh.

Supposed to go camping in Jim Thorpe tomorrow. I don’t think I’m well enough to go. Plus it’s cold and it’s been raining for over 24 hours straight. The list of people going along is tempting, but so is hot tea, warm bed and my Korean blanket of comfortable doom.

Why did no one tell me Stephen Colbert was on Larry King tonight?

The internet sucks today for a variety of reasons. I volunteered to make my boyfriend a website (after making sure he knew I am not a designer like Jack) and Monday night I got around to registering a domain for him along with signing up for hosting. I received all the happy welcome emails and the log in information for the domain arrived Tuesday. I happily try to log in so I can enter the nameserver information only to get a “domain not found” error. After submitting a help desk ticket I receive a very curt reply informing me that they were updating the “long list” and give it an hour or so. This was over a day ago. Still not working and I haven’t received a reply to the message I sent this afternoon.

As if to punish me for my “my host is so much cooler than you domain jackasses” thoughts I noticed my mail and website weren’t working today. Go to their site and see a post that says that my server is down, they’re working on it, blah blah and it should be up shortly. No updates on that despite the slew of angry postings by people who spend much more on their hosting than I do.

*kicks internet*

Also, I have no idea what to get Rob for our four-year anniversary coming up. I was thinking of getting him a thing so he could play Invader Zune in his car, but apparently all the adapters are awful. So far I’m down to the Colbert book (please may he not buy it for himself). And damn you radio for making me panic about Christmas already by proclaiming that there are only sixteen weeks (or whatever it is) until Christmas. I only want to think about that after I am full of turkey and gravy goodness aka Thanksgiving.

Grrr.