My cable internet has been hosed, off and on for a few hours now. Don’t the guys at Cox know how this messes with my head? I wasn’t even going to use it tonight – I was going to write. Because writers write. But once it went out, my head went with it. Stupid obsessive perfectionist personality.

If you can get them on the phone, they won’t just say Yeah dude, you’re neighborhood’s out, maybe your whole town. Sorry, turn it off for the night and do something else. Don’t suffer over it. Our bad. No, they keep you on the phone for half an hour, unplugging it, turning off your computer, plugging it back in … arrrg!.

Can we please go back to 1968? I liked that year. I was seven; too young for the draft, old enough to know that girls are dangerous. And the most technologically advanced thing I had was my bike.

Think this will upload?