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1:34 a.m. on 2002-03-21 Finally back online. I had an electrical catastrophe that required calling a professional. I was sitting late at night, typing away on IM, when all of a sudden, the most ominous fucking click. Allow me to re-enact: me: typetypetypetyp.. house: click That was it. Apparently, my fuse box hates me because I give it much love by running the air conditioner, the tv, the computer, and the bathroom light all at once. So, I don't actually own a flashlight, or matches, so I opened the hallway door to let in some light. I went to the fusebox...and wow, I've never seen a fusebox like this one. It was no ordinary fusebox, it was more like staring into the back of Rosie the Robot from "The Jetsons". I waited until the morning and sheepishly called the super who advised me that my circuitry was all fucked up. Soooooo, the robber baron's minions representing Keyspan Energy came and fixed. Here I am. Waiting, alone and afraid that at any moment... *click* in the slammer - up for parole CLIX |
