I went to the gym for a very short time today (just under an hour), but I doubt I could have done much more. Dave the trainer had me do exercises with this odd bondage equipment on so he could pull on me while I was trying to do lunges or step up onto a bench. I was tired enough that I had to sit down to catch my breath. We headed over to Joe’s Cellar afterwards and I forced myself to eat a grilled cheese sandwich (with bacon and tomato) with some tomato basil soup. I had one whole Pabst Blue Ribbon and had quite a buzz on. Now I’m just enjoying the endorphin rush.

Oh, and I called Pella Windows again about the noise and I have to tell anyone who is thinking of buying one to avoid them like the plague. The local service guy believes me when I tell him it’s making sound in the wind, but he’s never heard of anyone else with that problem in the 20 years he’s worked at Pella and he wants me to fix it myself. It’s a TWENTY-FIVE HUNDRED DOLLAR window. It’s probably like FIVE TIMES what I could have paid for a cheapie, and it MAKES A HIDEOUS NOISE when the wind blows. And the Pella service guy wants me to fix it myself. I finally found the number of the main Pella office in Indiana and they told me that they would NOT talk to me and I had to talk to the local guy. I’m wondering if it would be worth another $2500 to hire a lawyer and have the lawyer get on their case to have the window fixed.

Honestly, anything that regularly wakes me up in the middle of the night like that seriously pisses me off. Now if I could get a good night’s sleep, I probably would feel better.

P.S. I want a new iMac and a MacBook Pro.

It’s only two things so far. First, I found that neither my laptop nor my voice recorder were able to record the sound from the window. I’m guessing the buzzy sound, which was loud enough that I had to sleep with earplugs, is too low in frequency to be picked up by the cheesy little microphones in the voice recorder or my laptop. I asked a guy at work with experience in sound (the head sound guy on the road for Bob Dylan at one point) and he suggested PZM microphones or contact microphones. After researching that, I think I’ve decided to tape the voice recorder directly to the window to see if that works.

The second thing: apparently it takes a lot longer to get gas ON my car than IN my car and I was a little later to work than I usually am. I live in the only state where you can’t legally pump your own gas, and the attendant didn’t see that his pump was broken. It never clicked off and it poured gasoline all over the side of my car. Oh, well.