This will be brief. My phone decided it would be fun to send me the same texts twice, sometimes four times in a row. Once, it sent me the same text every hour, on the hour, all night long on a Tuesday. I took it in and the fine gentleman backed up my contacts, then did a master reset. I had to reload all my apps, lost all my photos, then spent another 15 minutes trying to find my hidden contacts. The next text I got came through twice. Remind me to set fire to a cell phone tower.
I then got home and my modem took a dump, so I’m borrowing my neighbor’s signal near midnight to type this blog. I called my internet provider, but after 20 minutes of holding, I had enough. I’m sure for this inconvenience, I’ll get a three dollar credit on my account…if I can stay on hold for another 90 minutes. More reason to go off the grid. Then again, that’s what the Unabomber did. OK, but I’m getting there.