Eskom shut off the town’s power several times today all together. It even happened earlier while I was writing a blog post and because I didn’t save it, I lost it. Everything that I had typed! When the power came back on, I turned on my computer and started typing out my lost post all over again. But not even ten minutes after the power was turned on, it went out and I lost what I typed out, again!
The post that I was typing out was an update to the post, “Drama, Drama, Joy“. But I guess that I’ll just type out that post again sometime this week because I’m just not in the mood to do it now.
Oh how I love hate you when this happens, Eskom!
I haven’t been sleeping as much as I should over the last several days. Waking up at eight o’clock in the morning and staying up until four o’clock the next morning is not doing me any good. But at times I can’t help it. I am either tired but can’t get to sleep at all or I’m just not tired at all. Then I stay awake till I feel physically ill, crawl into bed and only then can I get some sleep.
I plan on going to bed no later than midnight tonight. Even if I don’t feel like sleeping I’m going to lay myself in the bed and lay there until I fall asleep. I have to. I don’t want my body getting more used to this than it already is.
I’ve been tinkering with my K2 style. I changed the font of the headings and edited the comments template along with some CSS to create a speech bubble effect. Those of you who commented before I uploaded my new comments page style will know what it looked like before. Let me know what you think about it. I quite like it.
Victor and I just got back home a little while ago from my parents’ house. We were over there with some relatives for dinner, as it was my younger sister’s “Sweet Sixteen”. We had some really good food and of course, my favorite dessert, ice cream! Not to mention having a really good time as a few of my cousins were present. We played Uno, watched a DVD, acted the fool and just had loads of fun.
It’s not often that we see each other, so it was really nice. I just felt really bad about not being able to get my sister a birthday gift. Oh but I did promise her that I would as soon as I can afford to do so. I couldn’t even give her some money that would be inserted a birthday card…
Victor’s parents spent the past weekend over here. It was unexpected as Victor’s father had called Victor on Friday night and told him that he and his mother will be coming through the next morning. Talk about last minute, right? When I found out that his parents were going to be here the next morning I started crying and whining. Simply because it was very short notice and that I didn’t want anyone over because I wasn’t feeling well. I’m such a sissy and am way too emotional at times.
But the weekend went alright despite Victor acting like a spoiled brat with his new hard drive that his father had bought him.
I’m so very tired right now. I got to get to bed before I pass out, face first into my keyboard!
Several times today were Victor and I on the phone with Kalahari… After more than a few promises of being called back and R51 later was I informed that the orders that I had made using the e-voucher that I had received from my friend Mark, were canceled. This was because they could not verify his credit card. I told them that what they were telling me was bullshit as I had received a few e-vouchers from Mark before and had no problems…
This isn’t the first it’s happened. I’ve received an e-voucher from my friend David that was canceled too because his credit card could not be verified.
Maybe Kalahari has changed their payment gateway and cannot verify international credit cards anymore. Several months back there were no problems. I do not know what is it with Kalahari lately. Fuck knows… I mean, they didn’t even notify me about the orders being canceled.
So I spent the last couple of days with my head at the window, keeping an eye out for the delivery van for about, let’s say seventy percent of the time, for nothing… Stupid Kalahari for not notifying me at all!
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