Monday, April 21, 2008

Ill Communication


I'm suffering from the effects of living in an information deprivation vortex. Like a moron, I left my cell phone charger in Davis when I overslept on the day I had to check-in here in the ditch. Then, after various generous persons collaborated to have my charger delivered it ceased to function. I now have a house phone, but I don't think the answering machine works. The number is 209 372 4528 if you are looking for a good time, just call! I tried to get the interweb at my house today and that is an entirely new epic novel, one that I'm afraid I've only read the prologue to. Ugh! I'm in the Ahwahnee great hall right now, which is nice, but I'd rather be at home.

On a more cheerful note, I had a lot of guests this weekend. They were all swell except some dude named Drew that I'd never met before nor invite to stay the night, but that's cool I guess. Also, check out Alan's blog for possibly the coolest picture of me EVER! E-mail that shit to me dude, I'm thinking Christmas card.

Good night and god bless. 

6 comments:

Alan Moore said...

As of now, no ladies have inquired...

Julie said...

They must just be intimidated...that is one fine photo!

shannon said...

i'll be scrawling that phone number on every bathroom wall i can find.

Susan said...

At least I have some explanation for the lack of contact. You know how prone I am to being a worrying mama nama. It better get better......

Johnclimbrok said...

still, no ladies...

Mandi said...

I can get your phone charger and bring it to you, if you want...