BREAKDOWN!

Seriously, this is made of shit and unfunny.

I’m at the end of my rope here. I’ve yelled at four agents at the phone, two “representatives” at the company’s station nearest to me, a lost company tech who I thought was the one who’s going to fix my connection, and even at my landlord. The reason? NO NETS FOR FOUR FUCKING DAYS!

And yes, beat that RAEG record, I dare you. And since all I got for today is an hour of safe haven on some unchartered territory, I’ll try to use every ounce of it.

I’m almost immobile… wait, sorry, wrong word. More like CRIPPLED, I say. I can’t post up episodic entries since all my shit’s at home. Same goes for chapters. which I can only access and edit at home since not all shops around your oh-so-friendly neighborhood has Photoshop or Corel or anything else besides fucking Paint. Of course, I can try to improvise, like writing drafts and gettting images at home then going somewhere wired to post it up, but I’m not the kind of person who loves to save crap most of the time. I DON’T EVEN HAVE TIME, DAMMIT.

Hee hee hee… Time… It’s always against me, so I need the Cutemaid… Hee hee hee…

Okay, time out on the RAEG, Shance. Chill. As far as I know, everybody I know online needs their dose of the Internet for at least a day… or maybe not. I’m not like some of them who have their own little privvy life somewhere along this little planet made of 3Ds and all crap. I don’t. I prefer my life here. Someone copy-pasta my soul in a flash drive and upload me into the Intarwebs quick.

Tech’s coming by tomorrow. Hopefully he’ll fix it up in a jiffy, or else he’ll end up somewhere. This withdrawal’s starting to consume me by the minute, so I might eat him instead. YUMMY!