So I finally caved in and told Verizon (hate hate hate) that I’ll shell out the buck two-fifty a month to get an extended warranty on my wireless router. And after hours of useless software installation, after I removed their stupid files from my little laptop, the good ol’ wireless was up and running, and I can now do my very important lifes work of posting my thoughts and freak-outs online for who the hell knows to see. Woo hoo.
Camera Morte has come back to visit. I sure hate it when the sky is melting.