good news!

i finally got my act together and called my cable company to upgrade my plan—i will have internet service in my apartment as early as next week. which means, my dear patient readers (the four of you who've hung on), that i will be writing more often and hopefully with more vigor than i have the last several months. 

now, come on—doesn't that put you in a good mood just in time for the weekend? i thought so. you're welcome.

as for me, i'm sitting in my office, which is deathly quiet even for a Friday in August, with a god awful crick in my neck, watching the minutes tick by at a snail's pace. i can't focus on anything because i'm eagerly awaiting 7 o'clock, the time when i'll arrive at Lauren's apartment for a much-needed girls night. the usual suspects are converging on her roof this evening to consume much vino and catch up on everything that went on over the last few weeks. which, when you're us, is a lot. 

OK. writing this killed six minutes. only 227 more to go.

mb