Rawr.

I love that I said "Starbucks is a once-weekly occurrence" and ended up going to Starbucks later.

Time-Warner, you see, suffered a dreadful Internet outage late Thursday afternoon. Like many SoCal denizens, I wrung my hands. I updated my Facebook from my phone. I stared at the TV, which functioned.

See, I hadn't finished Thursday's quota.

After a couple hours of reading and lounging around, I packed it up and went to Starbucks, where the Internet functioned. My tall hot chocolate and I plowed through several articles.

Wound up meeting Lindz, her Man-Friend, and His Buddy for dinner at the Gastropub later. Well, they had dinner; I'd already eaten so I had a glass of wine. We had a fun night; we're all partying up at the Ritz next Friday for The Man-Friend's company's holiday party (His Buddy needed a date, so Lindz threw my name into the hat). Their company provides a free dinner, music, dancing, apparently open bar. Now THAT'S a holiday party.

My former coworkers get a bowling night (they had to fight dearly for it). They also get two days off, as opposed to the rest of the company, which receives a week off for Christmas and New Year's. Way to spit on your underlings.

Then there's me. Everyday is a workday, but I'm at home, so it's basically all right.

Did call T-W and got a credit for the outage.

And then last night I managed to overload my circuitry and had to tromp around at midnight in my bathrobe, searching for the breakers. Finally found them and got them all set up, but sheez.

Hear me roar and all that.