My phone at home is dead. And the phone company can’t fix it until Saturday. Sat.ur.day. Now, it’s true that I don’t make a lot of calls from home. But can I just say that, knowing I can’t make any calls makes me want to be on the phone with everyone I’ve ever known!
Of course, I have a cell phone, so all lines of communiation aren’t down. What I mostly use my phone line for is these here internets. I got home from class last night with three items to post (because yes, I mostly write them before typing them — and yes, I write them with one of my fountain pens, but not with a quill as you may have heard) … three, I say … and I couldn’t get online.
So here I am at work, not working. Feh.