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Jan. 27th, 2014 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbard*claws at hair* So now my Yahoo! e-mail has decided that I shouldn't be permitted to send e-mails because oh joy, that's really what I need to deal with when I'm in a foreign country on vacation. Which is actually my working theory about why they freaked out and keep giving me hysterical "suspicious activity was detected on your account" notices, which probably wasn't helped by my changing my password this morning because I got a couple of other weird notices lately or occasionally checking my e-mail on my Kindle.
At this point I can't really do anything except hope that Help is actually right and it will clear itself up in a day or two, but I would not, at this point, really like to have to change to a new e-mail because I've had this one for over a decade (the oldest e-mail I still have is from 2002, the next oldest is from 2003 and is, I kid you not, a "Welcome to FictionAlley" e-mail) and because in a fit of Supreme Brilliance I used this e-mail address for my postgrad applications instead of my Tulane e-mail like I fucking should have, god damn it, Bedlam. (Also because everything I'm hooked up to on the internet is linked to this account, ugh ugh ugh.)
I can still receive e-mails, I just can't send any. To say I am extremely frustrated would be somewhat understating the point. GEE I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY I WOULD WANT TO E-MAIL ANYONE WHILE ABROAD. (I mean, if I really have to, I can do so from one of my two uni e-mails, but I'd rather not unless it's absolutely necessary.)
COME ON YAHOO FIX YOURSELF DON'T DO THIS TO ME.
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ANYWAY in non-computer drama news, I graduated on Friday, I've been in London since Saturday, and we're going to York tomorrow. I also have a cold, because, you know, fuck my life.
Hanging out withaella_irene yesterday, after spending the morning with my mother, which was frustrating, so frustrating. ("Where should we go for [x]?" "I don't know." "Why don't you know? You lived in England!" "I lived in Leicester!" "SO?" followed by "You're not much fun to travel with. You're just like your father!" which in my family is the height of insult.) Today was the Tower of London -- we meant to do more, but we were at the Tower for like three hours.
...oh, god, I'm still not going to see the freaking Elgin Marbles before I go, aren't I. *screams in frustration*
This trip is making me wish that alcohol made me happy instead of annoyed. Oh wait. Annoyed is my default setting.
At this point I can't really do anything except hope that Help is actually right and it will clear itself up in a day or two, but I would not, at this point, really like to have to change to a new e-mail because I've had this one for over a decade (the oldest e-mail I still have is from 2002, the next oldest is from 2003 and is, I kid you not, a "Welcome to FictionAlley" e-mail) and because in a fit of Supreme Brilliance I used this e-mail address for my postgrad applications instead of my Tulane e-mail like I fucking should have, god damn it, Bedlam. (Also because everything I'm hooked up to on the internet is linked to this account, ugh ugh ugh.)
I can still receive e-mails, I just can't send any. To say I am extremely frustrated would be somewhat understating the point. GEE I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY I WOULD WANT TO E-MAIL ANYONE WHILE ABROAD. (I mean, if I really have to, I can do so from one of my two uni e-mails, but I'd rather not unless it's absolutely necessary.)
COME ON YAHOO FIX YOURSELF DON'T DO THIS TO ME.
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ANYWAY in non-computer drama news, I graduated on Friday, I've been in London since Saturday, and we're going to York tomorrow. I also have a cold, because, you know, fuck my life.
Hanging out with
aella_irene yesterday, after spending the morning with my mother, which was frustrating, so frustrating. ("Where should we go for [x]?" "I don't know." "Why don't you know? You lived in England!" "I lived in Leicester!" "SO?" followed by "You're not much fun to travel with. You're just like your father!" which in my family is the height of insult.) Today was the Tower of London -- we meant to do more, but we were at the Tower for like three hours....oh, god, I'm still not going to see the freaking Elgin Marbles before I go, aren't I. *screams in frustration*
This trip is making me wish that alcohol made me happy instead of annoyed. Oh wait. Annoyed is my default setting.