fixed or fired

Those are the only 2 options I want to leave open for the cable company, after Super-dildo refused to fix the problem with the sound -- a problem that he admitted was on their end, but "no one else gets stereo; I don't see why you should".

Because I'm paying for it, stupid mother-frakin' asshole!

So I know how to fix him, if the issue isn't resolved: I'm going to switch to satellite & write letters to the editor of every newspaper in the state, asking people to boycott Bresnan.

I mean, I don't know what this dildo's problem is, but I have every right not to have my sound fucked as bad as he is in the head.

Other than that, the day succeeded: Trish's appointment with Charlene went well, & she felt equally appalled at what Captain Dilbo had done.

She went out to Wally World with Car-girl; made it home with... mixed nuts! OK, I'm laid up with foot surgery, but... mixed nuts?

Yeah, she's trying to help me relax.

Won't be able to relax until Super-dildo gets fired.

Tense & nervous.

At least I slept: 6:30.