I have long suspected the month of August hates me.
And since I am on this blog, online, reneging on my previous post's attempt to stay offline is just further proof that August laughed at my attempt to become a more rounded person. Because my computer, and hence my life, fell a perilous 2 feet yesterday off my coffee table and onto my wooden floor, made strange whirring noises, and went black. I stayed up till 5 in the morning attempting to get it turned on. Am going to consult with the office tech-ie to figure out the survival rate of computers that have taken sky dives. Skyping is temporarily unavailable. Emails can only be responded to during the hours I am at work. But hey, my cell phone from home recently got a 2 year extension on it and STILL works out here. So I guess I'm going back to old school forms of communication.
Considering the hell that has been my work this past week, the looming loss of one of my best friends, and this disgustingly hot weather this was the absolute worse time for me to be a klutz.
And my stapler broke.
I blame August.
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Megs - LOL! Another thought - if the phone follows suit with the rest of the universal conspiracy that is once more rearing its head in your life and it fails you perhaps you could simply write your thoughts on paper and mail them to someone! Persistence always trumps skill or expertise! Love, Dad
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