It always seems to be the case for me. That's my life's haunting mantra. I have too much to do right now.

As if what, suddenly, I wouldn't have too much to do in a week?

My dsl has been fucked up and down for a while now. I had intermittent DSL. I never knew when it would die, but got very good at predicting that it would die with just 4 minutes to go on a 40 meg file.

When I first called the phone company, I threatened that I'd get broadband. I didn't tell them that I was pretty sure VPN was not supported by broadband. I just screamed and rent my garments until they sent technicians and did line checks and attempted to fix the damned problem. This after they inferred that I was too stupid to have DSL, which they backed down off of after I told them that my husband is a computer engineer and that I'm not a clueless boob either.

It finally got so bad that I couldn't get on at all. After a week and no dsl, I finally made the phone company give me a credit for last month's service. And then the stupid repairguy inadvertently disconnected my kitchen phone, but that prompted the phone company to give me a credit on next month's service, too.

As a result of my inability to get online, my boss has been peeved. I've been peeved. There's a lot of peevishness going around.

But, I'm back and I've still got way too much to do right now.

But, on the plus side, at least I'm not broke.