And on the other hand having no phone or internet since Wednesday night means increased blood pressure, shouting, throwing phones around and moderate to full-on depression.
Telstra call centre must have a large 'be afraid' star against my name by now as I'm treated very gently, WHEN THEY CAN HEAR ME THROUGH THE INSANE NOISE GENERATED BY THEIR PHONE LINE.
It was a dream to have a clear line this morning even with mother on it.
A big thank you to River. I finally got the coffee and vanilla slice, still fresh.
It is depressing to realize that without the internet and blogs, I have no interaction with human beings other than little old ladies in supermarkets and check-out chicks. (No offence River, my check-out chick is lovely).
So pardon my dust as I nick off and catch up with people who have a life.
And you all better be there where I left you. I regard a blog closure as being like a death in the family.