I had some work I wanted to get done this week, some emails I wanted to send forth into the ether. So, of course, my internet decided it was time to bug out. This is the third time this has happened. I'm beginning to think my interwebz know something I don't. Julie, can I get a ruling on this? Third time's the curse, right?
I am currently seated at that mecca of all things delicious and interwebby, Panera Bread. Phoebe Snow's Poetry Man is playing. Does it make me old that I know this? Eh. Either way, I'm here to get some work done (unless my curse has followed me and the whole of Panera connectedness meets a gruesome demise), so I'll keep this short.
I'm offline. I'm likely to continue being offline until mid-late week when my new DSL modem is due to arrive. I will do my best to catch up with all of you once the situation is remedied (please God, let it be remedied).
No parties while I'm gone.
All right, you can party. I can't, because Natalie Merchant is coming through the speakers now. Decidedly not party music. And can someone please tell me, when did she start turning into Eddie Vedder?
You work on that, I'll work on my emails. If you hear of a Panera exploding, you can send the donations to my family.