oh, fuck

You know what’s worse than finding out your telephone service is disconnected? Getting a call at the office from a friend telling you he tried calling you at home, and it’s disconnected. And the worst part? There’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t pay with money I don’t have! Damn, damn, damn! Well, 3 more days until I get paid. At least I hope it’s 3 days.

I’m not really torn up over this. I mean generally my DSL works when the phone’s gone, but we’ll see. And it’s not as if I have a sterling record of payments with the phone company, but I’m just afraid that when it rains, it pours. Who knows what’s next to go? But there’s nothing I can do from the office.

Adam from Boston called me last night. Very odd, he just chatted on as if nothing had happened. He did ask whether I was angry with him. I don’t know what’s up with him, honestly. Not sure I care, though I would like to get my t-shirt back that I left there by accident.