I have higher-speed internet. It's not lightning-fast, but it's a helluva lot better than what I had.
I am content.
Last week I checked my speed on dialup - I was downloading and uploading at 22kbps. Ouch. I checked things just awhile ago and was dowloading at just over 500kbps. Upload was kind of slow at 78, but oh well.
If I weren't so tired and frazzled at the fact that just this afternoon I turned on my computer for the first time since last Thursday and it's the last two weeks of school, I'd tell you all about my weekend because I'm sure you're all just dying to know and frankly I want to tell you, but instead I'm going to go for a record at the longest sentence ever typed on this blog and just say that I'm really tired and frazzled and I want to go to bed, but instead I am going to finish this (insert choice of long, loud, stream of expletives here) poetry presentation tonight if it kills me.
Lord Byron was one messed up dude. And his poetry is weird.
But I had a good weekend and I have three really awesome kids. And I have faster internet.
Life is good.
2 comments:
Yes, life is good if you got good kids :)
Congrats on that fast internet, chica! And I can't wait to hear about childrenly awesomeness!
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