My Hotmail account is down. I've been only able to get onto it twice so far this morning, after much loading and reloading of the page but that's it. I breathlessly click on it, hoping to finally break through, hoping to finally see what I'm missing. Could it be about a job? Something from a friend? What juicy details are hidden behind my hotmail account?
But why should I even care that much? Just how many times does your e-mail go down and you actually get something important? It's usually just spam, spam, spam, eggs and spam, and eggs, bacon and spam.
And so, I give up checking my e-mail, knowing that there's probably nothing there of much importance anyways.
Then the phone rings. It's a friend wondering where I've been and whether she got my e-mail or not. She's got extra tickets to tomorrow's Giants game and sent me an e-mail asking me whether or not I was in. Which means, for once, I actually did get an important e-mail of which I couldn't get to.
But who fricking cares about the irony of it all, or the twist ending, or pretty much anything else- I'M GOING TO GAME 1 OF THE PLAYOFFS TOMORROW!
Between that, the "Angel" premiere on Wednesday (yay, Harmony's back!), and the unveiling of the "Return of the King" trailer online, this might actually be a good week.
Might be.
Go Giants!
Get Me a Bucket
15 years ago
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