That's my wife. And a duck. Those bastards are getting bigger and bigger every second.
So here's the situation...
In order to get wi-fi at our house, the jackasses over at Comcast have to repeatedly come over and drill underneath our house so they can extend some wires thru the ground and then thru our house. Comcast needs to drill thru our freaking house. And that alone will take one to two weeks. And that's not even including the installation, however long that will take.
So the only way to get wi-fi is still to crouch into the corner of our youngest daughter's messy beyond repair room and pray to the gods of internet connectivity that we can connect to the fleeting, weak ass, anonymous linksys connection.
I miss my Church-less Movie Of The Week. I also miss my Netflix On Demand and my Faceybooks and my internet porns.
Fuck. I miss a lot of things.
My therapist says that I need to blog, that it's helping me. I have been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder after the robbery and venting my feelings is supposed to help me. But without the internet I feel like I have this massive knot in my chest that I can't fix.
Speaking of the robbery, tomorrow I go to court to witness the sentencing of the guy who put a gun to my head at work last February. I'm scared and freaked the fuck out, but my wife will be with me as well as the rest of the Gun Point Crew. I also have my therapist on speed dial so that I can text her my fears.
I better go.
Wish me luck.
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