DSL modem blew up.

And by blew up, I mean that I smashed it with a hammer so hard that I hurt my ears. The damned thing died the other day. Called Verizon. Said they’d send a new one. Said it would be at my apartment today. But no. When we called today, they said they made a mistake. Didn’t send it. Overnight, here tomorrow. (Right.) Dial-up lady screwed that up, too. So here I am at my mother’s house, on my brother’s computer. Dropped and cracked my mp3 player. Destroyed one modem. Bent my steel computer table because I am a baby and because I throw fits. Almost choked the moron at the coffee shop who, when asked which cup she handed us was decaf and which was regular, said, “I don’t know.” She poured them out before my wife jumped over the counter and poured them on her head to see if that was a good way to check. I hope they take them out of her check. This after she was already rude. Now, I have a nice coffee, some bubbly water, and I’m going swimming. It’s been one hell of a week. I’m off to DE tomorrow, so I’ll see ya’ll soon, hopefully on my own broadband.