ways_back_room | (no subject)

Okay. So. Some of you may know that I suffer from a dodgy modem, isp, and phone line. Yes. All three. One of the above seems to have died a final and iredeemable death. Possibly after I screamed at it after it had fallen over for the fourth time in fifteen minutes, and hurled it across the room. (Or, you know, probably not, It didn't make me feel better, anyway. Sigh.)

Now, much though I would love to throw AOL across the room, or the BT phone line, alas, I am puny and they are not. Thusly, it would be safe to assume that the modem is, irretrievably, COMPLETELY, TOTALLY AND UTTERLY FUCKED.

I'm usually online at work 11.30 - 8pm, GMT signed into gmail as ~~conciseprecis @ gmail . com~~ (so pissed I can't even remember my own email address? = Very Very Angry) corchen @ gmail . com. So I can be reached, if nothing else. I'm posting from the neighbours, who are lovely, but it looks as if I may be suffering Teh Intarwebz Dethzors. This makes me very, very sad.

I have not dropped off the face of the internet. . . by choice.

*sigh*

Expect

twiststheblade,

whitest_witch,

that_valentine,

princessjosiane and

piecesofmodesty to be incommunicado for a while.

Unless my modem miraculously lives.