the potential explosion of words that started this morning is not to be... brighthouse saw to that by cutting me off from the internet until i called, waited on hold, rebooted the modem, tried other things, was transferred to a level 3 tech, waited on hold, tried other things, and finally accepted about 60% of what i pay for because i did not want to spend any more time working for brighthouse which is better than the less than 1% i was getting earlier... meanwhile, the muses wandered off (though i was listening to and enjoying a muse live concert on the tv while wasting my time with brighthouse)... so now i am no longer as comfortably excited to be sitting here and the body wants to move and there are other things to do and the rush of energy from food and snacks is gone and, most importantly, the muses are sleeping again...
fuck brighthouse and their inferior technology...
narf...
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