TR: Man, Xanga’s been down for three days. I’m in withdrawal, man, I’ve got the shakes.
GUNGABOY (over for the
afternoon): What are you talking about? It was only down for a
few hours. I was just reading your site yesterday.
TR: What? You’re crazy. I can’t get to Xanga. My computer won’t go there.
GUNGABOY: No, really, it’s working.
At this point Gungaboy began to look a trifle concerned, perhaps
because I had both hands on the collar of his shirt, pulling it ever
TR: You’re joking, right? Because I’ve been off of Xanga for way
too long. It’s not me, it’s them. It’s THEM I tell you!
GUNGABOY: Yeah, well, you haven’t updated in a week. People are getting bored with you. You should post.
TR: (very agitated) I’m telling you man, Xanga is down, it’s DOWN.
Technogeek came along,
took the computer from me, and did that thing he does where a black
screen full of compu-notation appears. He muttered about the
server, swore several times, and finally handed it back to me with
Xanga up and running.
My heart rate is gradually returning to normal. But the only thing that will fix me up completely is breakfast in bed.
Damn good thing tomorrow’s Mother’s Day.