Addiction

I have been without internet access on my PC since Tuesday or Wednesday.
I get emails on the BlackBerry, so I'm not  completely out of touch.
But no blogging. No Twitter. No loops.
I have been skating the edge of crazy.

Since the Cable Guy is not even coming here until tomorrow night...I  am increasingly anxious. Panicky. Shortness of breath. Palpitations. Loss of appetite. The whole Magilla Gorilla. So far I have not really experienced acute physical pain, drooling or foaming at the mouth or cramping. It's probably only a matter of time, though. Especially since, after I clear everything out of my den closet to provide access to Cable Guy, he is probably going to tell me, as Verizon Boy did, that he has no freakin' clue.

So  how am I here, you may be wondering?  A newly-accquired Toshiba mini with a screen only slightly larger than the BlackBerry, but a keyboard I can type on with more than my thumbs.  And a huge new additional Verizon bill. And a night and morning spent at Starbucks. Let's not go there.  Let's just say  I've been sloshing down many grande lattes and venti iced coffees.  Which may or may not  account for all the palpatations and flutters and feet tapping.

I prefer to chalk it up to my untethered, out-of-control E Addiction, though.  I can quit coffee any time I want.

Hope I'll be around for Six Sentence Sunday. 

We'll see.