I was just making sure I got all my comments before I scoured my blogroll in a hunger driven by missed CBW's and all the off the wall thoughts that somehow get smacked with a pornography restriction from the office (how many times can that come up before someone cuts off your Explorer?)... and got SHOCKED by the last message I left a few posts ago.
Dated July 17th.
I said 'my home internet wasn't working last night...'
Its August 8th for 11 more minutes and I JUST got the bitch working again.
Well the roomie did the work, but COME ON, right??? 3.5 weeks???
all I could do was blink about it.
and then recite my new mantra: pay off the car, then worry about the rest. pay off the car, then worry about the rest...
I got through 9 before I could do a set in one breath - I was seriously hyperventilating about this. I've been paying bills for a YEAR to her, and to hear her talk it COST HER $xxx dollars to get whatever fixed and pay this account and deposit that account and fee this and at-home tech service that...
the only thing I heard was "so we're back online" and I have had my ass wearing a dent in the end of my bed (my chair, back off) ever since. Its been, ah, 4.5 hours.
Between emails of links I couldn't get and dating sites emailing me profiles I might want to respond to and personal emails and the INSTANT MESSAGING!!!! I almost forgot to eat dinner, drink the lemonade (vodkinated, naturally) on my desk, OR do some daayyymmm laundry. The dogs gave up on me and passed out hours ago.
Fuck I talk alot!
What I meant to say was "I'm back online, I want to visit your blog but I can't keep my eyes open any longer, hope you are well, I'm trying to not blow an arterial valve about being offline for 3.5 weeks, ttys".
But I'm a flibertygibit and damnit, you like me. Send me some crazy links so I can find out what the internet has to offer - I have NO CLUE what stupid pet tricks we've found in the last month!