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Nov. 9th, 2005 08:53 am'Allo, my friends.
As most of you know, I'm in the process of moving. On Friday we have our yard sale, and as Keels is selling her computer desk, my computer will be disconnected tomorrow. I will have limited computer access until Thursday of next week, then I will likely have none at all until I get home in the beginning of December. This will, of course, set me waywayback on my friends list and email. I'll miss you all and talk to you again in December. Wish me luck in my packing/driving/holidaying/flying/getting home-ing/etc.
As most of you know, I'm in the process of moving. On Friday we have our yard sale, and as Keels is selling her computer desk, my computer will be disconnected tomorrow. I will have limited computer access until Thursday of next week, then I will likely have none at all until I get home in the beginning of December. This will, of course, set me waywayback on my friends list and email. I'll miss you all and talk to you again in December. Wish me luck in my packing/driving/holidaying/flying/getting home-ing/etc.
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Date: 2005-11-09 04:45 pm (UTC)Okay.
It will start with me getting mildly antsy. I'll be in a hotel room with my mom and uncle, watching TV and perhaps sipping luke-warm, sulpher-flavored hotel water from one of those wobbly plastic cups, and I'll get the urge to check my email.
Only I won't be able to, because I won't have a computer.
Then I'll be sitting in the passenger seat while my mom or uncle drives, and I'll wish that I was reading my f-list, because the entries are piling up BY THE MINUTE, and I'll never get through them all, and three weeks' worth of back-entries will NEVER BE READ BY ME and my f-list will NEVER BE THE SAME, and then I'll start freakin' out and running through the lobbies of hotels, screaming "DO YOU HAVE DSL? WHY THE HELL NOT??"
And this will all end with me staring blankly at the wall at my grandfather's house, drooling, with a computer in the next room that isn't hooked up to the internet, mocking me.
The end.
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