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>I caught my regular train, so now I have about 2 hours to wait until my doctor’s appointment. Right now I am sitting in Starbucks drinking tea. Somebody just ran by, somebody just ran after him, a chase? More likely they both need the same train so they are running to get a good seat.

Made it to the library after going the wrong way on 5th Avenue. Someday I just might learn my way around. However, as mentioned before, even though I am at a computer I still can’t do the blog posts I had planned since I can’t get to my pictures from here. I have no idea if one can plug a flash drive into these computers, I mean there is a USB port but I don’t know if it is allowed, and I am kind of afraid to ask, since the guy at the desk seemed kind of grumpy. I don’t see anyone else doing it so I doubt it.

On the way to work I went on my phone to my e-mail and asked my father, “Isn’t it time for you to get a new computer so I can have your old one?” Hey, I am not above begging. The other option is no new earring, since I will probably end up having to buy a new laptop myself. Priorities, priorities.

>and I have no clue why since the rest of the house can get online.

Tigger played around with it but couldn’t get it to work either. It’s not even facebook that I care about, it’s not being able to blog, sending blog posts by e-mail from my phone just isn’t the same. Even if I could get online at the library that would not be the same since I can’t post any pictures. I am leaving angry-town and heading for depressedville.

>It’s the little things

>that drive me freaking nuts. Work was a trial today, not horrible just annoying, meetings, e-mails, being griped at, then having to schedule when I was leaving for the person picking me up, who then lost track time leaving me waiting in the cold. When I got home went to jump on the computer and ta-da! Freaking wifi is not working. Something I have no control over, hitting my laptop doesn’t help, nor does bouncing it on the bed.

Then I wonder if anyone realizes how much I hate my life here. How much I need to get out of here before I die. Probably not, and probably don’t care.

>Back to work

>all the snow we were supposed to get did not come, just cold temperatures. Now they (the weather fibbers) are saying Tuesday into Wednesday a snow storm. We shall see, it is my pass day so if there is snow it will not be a big problem for me.

Today was good to start, had a late start but made my train anyway, got to work, signed in went to bathroom everything was great. Got back from bathroom and my boss was in his office! He never gets in that early!

Now I am struggling through this mountain of work while trying to get rid of this headache.

>I have my reasons

>for changing the title of my blog. Yes I do, really. A while back, some of you may remember, I ran a poll, to see what name my reader’s would prefer. The results were it should stay the same. But I still wanted to change it. Bella Foxx’s Life seemed blah and unimagitive.

A commenter on my post about commuting suggested the current title. The content will stay the same, only the title has changed. It will still be about my life since I am the commuter in question. So for those of you who may have thought (dreaded) the posts were going to be filled with schedules and train facts and MetroNorth trivia can rest easy. It is not a commuting journal, it is a commuter’s journal, which is me, so it is still my life.

>Postcard Friday #55

>Here is another postcard from one of my trips to visit my parents in Washington State. I like lighthouses. Don’t know why. If you click to enlarge the image, you can probably read the names of the lighthouses.

For more postcard fun, visit postmistress Marie Reed

>Today Tigger has an appointment with a doctor in the city. The last doctor he went to see for his ‘mysterious’ illness suggested Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Em decided she would find a doctor in the city. I didn’t ask, but she is probably thinking that if he ends up having to go to this doctor long term, this way she won’t have to change his doctor. Kind of what I’m doing with my doctor’s.

In other news, after taking my piercing money (o.k. He didn’t really TAKE it, just talked me out of it) Tigger ordered the wrong ram, so now he has to order the right ram, which of course is more expensive.

Em and I are going to see Rob Thomas talk about music in April, in March we are going to see Five For Fighting. We might be taking Fred since he started doing his homework when offered the reward of a concert.

And the last thing I want to say is 14 days till pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training.

>Check out this blog

>http://streetharassment.wordpress.com/

>Sometimes I feel like this blog has turned into a commuter's journal, then I think that it seems like all I do is commute. I have no life outside of my job and the train. One could argue that my trying to find some kind of life outside of that is why I stay up late and so then oversleep, but I am not sure that is the reason. In truth I can't think of a reason, but maybe I can't think because I am so tired.

This morning I tried to blame Stitch for my missing the train since he didn't brush thesnow off the car when he started it. But then the reasonable voice in my head (as opposed to the one I normally listen to) pipes up with the comment that if I had left the house when I was supposed to I would have made it to the train on time since there really wasn't that much snow, and I can't really be mad at Stitch since he did help, not sit in the car like he has done in the past.

>Breaking News Alert

>The New York Times
Thu, January 28, 2010 — 1:17 PM ET
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J.D. Salinger, Author of ‘The Catcher in the Rye,’ Is Dead at 91

J. D. Salinger, who was thought at one time to be the most important American writer to emerge since World War II but who then turned his back on success and adulation, has died in Cornish, N.H., where he lived in seclusion for more than 50 years, his son told The Associated Press. He was 91.

Mr. Salinger’s literary reputation rests on a slender but enormously influential body of published work: the novel “The Catcher in the Rye,” the collection “Nine Stories” and two compilations, each with two long stories about the fictional Glass family: “Franny and Zooey” and “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction.”

Read More: ~The New York Times~