That faint howling you heard Thursday night was not in fact your neighborhood wolves celebrating fresh kill.  It was me, keening and wailing and gnashing my teeth when the internet crashed at our house, leaving me untethered and crazy.  Also, according to the people at AT&T, even though it was shut off with no notice and was their fault, the soonest we’ll be able to have it restored is SEPTEMBER SEVENTH. In case you don’t have a calendar handy, I’ll go ahead and let you know that that is eight days away.  EIGHT. DAYS.

Until then I will be at coffee shops or hanging out my sister’s bedroom window on the top floor of our house by my toes, laptop pointed to the sky in search of some free stilted, takes-five-minutes-to-load-content wireless action.

This sucks.

August 30, 2009   2 Comments