My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

Did you see that? The internet went down. Yeah, just went down. Somewhere over the hill over there. Yup. Just like that. No more sports scores. No more weather. Didn’t know if mama was wantin’ to talk. Couldn’t put money in the bank. That little old internet cord sure is important.
Spent three days on the phone with gals from the Philippines. I told them “Ing at”. They said, “What?” I said, “My girlfriend is from over there. She taught me that. Can’t remember what it means. Thank you or something.” So much for India.
Finally after talking to 22 people from AT&T, Linksys, and the SF Police Department I’m back online and able to blog.
Doo do Doo….
13 year old girl found bound and gagged in his basement. The Dow is up 100.
Ya da da da dee…
I’m no Bukowski. I sleep on a memory foam mattress. You could lay it down on a bed of drain rock and still sleep like Ambien got slipped in with dinner. I was reading Hot Water Music last night before bed and thought how easy I have it. If only he had become a junk man. He wouldn’t have written so many stories about tearing open cheap bottles of vodka.
Yup. The internet is back on. I’m out.