Wednesday, August 3

Out of touch

Yesterday, I took the day off to help my mom celebrate her birthday. I figured I'd do a little work from home in the morning before the fun got started. And then I woke up to a dead phone. Normally, I don't use the phone much -- let's face it, I don't really like talking to people. So, no phone, no problem. Except for one teensy little thing: dial-up. Dammit, I'm still old school and beat, and I get my internet the hard way. I wasn't able to check my e-mail or the internet all day yesterday. It was freaky. I didn't know what was going on. What if friends were trying to get in touch with me? What if there were a major disaster and I didn't know it? What if they traded Dawn Staley?! Yeah, that's right, I'm out of a it for a little while and they get delusions of grandeur. You don't trade Dawn Staley! She's, she's -- well, she's Dawn f-ing Staley. It just doesn't get any better than that.

At least the Comets beat the Shock. And the Sox brought home another win.

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