don’t stop
it’s not like i haven’t had internet access AT ALL in the last month, because technically, i have had internet access. i’ve been able to check mail from work before eight, during my lunch hour and after four, which is kind of like being let out of your cell into the yard for exercise period, with less barbed wire and one or two fewer felons.
you will be pleased to hear that i have spent my time offline doing sensible, necessary things like sitting on the porch, assembling furniture, not unpacking, acclimatizing to all the gay people in my new neighborhood and listening to badly electronicized kenny g muzak on speakerphone, the same three sphincter-loosening songs, over and over and over again, with a woman’s voice intermittently interrupting to say: “our representatives are assisting others, or, if the last time you called and could hear them in the background is any indication, talking to one another in high pitched, giggly voices about how mad they are at a mutual friend. when they’re done, they might pick up or they might go home for the day. your call will be answered more quickly if you let us keep ignoring you than if you scream in frustration and throw your phone at the wall. but not by much, and only if our automated attendant doesn’t cut you off while transferring you. fuck you, and have a pleasant day.”
i can’t even describe the post-orgasmic sense of satisfaction i experienced half an hour ago when the problems were all ironed out and i got connected. but in case you were a little anxious, let me just assure you that it was definitely good for me.
questioning/examining:
my sanity. again.
grateful/relieved:
fer sad bastard music.
regret/deny:
how small this space.
musing/reflecting:
once i get internet access again, look out world.
whistling/humming:
rapunzel – dave matthews
absorbed in:
imagining the monday morning reaction if i went into work and when asked about my weekend said:
man,
it was really great.
i had naps when i got tired,
ate whatever i wanted
whenever i wanted to,
wrote letters to friends
in far away places,
had a relaxing bath,
bought some furniture,
went out saturday night
and read
two
really amazing books.
each day felt about three days long.
how was yours?
shout out to:
the fun and helpful people at the phone company, who won’t hear this because they have me on hold AGAIN
and
ang, who got the job.