Felt like they cut off my right arm

Last night, as I was getting ready to answer some comments from all you lovely peeps, the internet stalled and then, moments later, crashed. Now, since this happened after dark and on a day most people are out celebrating or away somewhere having a long weekend (all my pals are out there somewhere camping), the most likely explanation for this is that some smart soul, in need of money, decided to dig up cables and steal them. Not an uncommon occurrence and oftentimes warrants the unfortunate T.I.A. But, at least this time, after I made the hubby call the provider (Seriously! Does this woman do anything herself?), the new provider was honest enough to tell the hubby that the entire estate was without a connection and that they had no idea when it would be up again. Doesn't sound like good customer service, I know, but after what the previous thieving provider, YSL (though not Yves Saint Laurent) did by charging for the connection they were no longer providing on account of having gone bankrupt and having thus been liquidated, this was a welcome change indeed. Also, hubby is pretty mellow, whereas I tend to threaten, and unless you directly swear at him he is pretty unfazed. This is partly why I don't usually make complaint calls, but write the letters instead (See, she does do something). As I've said before it's my diplomatic ways that have made me popular...

But I fokken digress. Big time. As if there were a point to this drivel.

Anyhoodles, the unfortunate break in my webby existence enabled me to watch a whole whoppin' episode of Desperate Housewives, and made me realize that I should read even more, and that there is nothing worth watching on television in South Africa. Among others, I managed to catch the ending of the classic, and no doubt critically acclaimed 'Ten Ways to Lose a Guy', something I had never seen before (or bothered with all the way to the ending - I am a 6 year old and thus have the attention span of one), most of some weird movie about the death of a family matriarch, starring Viveca A. Fox (never a good thing) and that evil woman from Ugly Betty (no better, I guess), most of a movie from 1991 of two very unlucky people in Mexico, which I watched solely because they were supposedly in Acapulco ("Ha! There is no way a plane can crash into the jungle if it is on its way from Acapulco to Mexico City," I told the television repeatedly, and then cried a little, because I miss Mexico so much), before changing the channel onto my trusted friend, Discovery, and catching that show about motorcycles. Fun.

Furthermore, despite my aversion to adapting to technological changes in my life, I am now convinced I should get one of those iPhone deelios to replace the phone that I sat on and broke in a drunken state in January. Since the parts of my current phone are still more or less attached and the phone keeps working (sorta), I was going to see how long it would take for the display part to fall off, just to, you know, pass the time, and to honor the memory of my, now deceased, previous phone which I used until the camera fell off. But it would be nice to own something that would feed my internet addiction even when the laptop is useless. 

Important issues.

Bet you guessed it already. I haven't left the house since Monday. Feeling all hermitesque and such, but should probably at least go out to the back yard.