And to make matters worse, it stopped working this morning. After a measly 12 hours online, we were once again cut off from the world. It was like, here, have a taste. Delicious, isn't it? Go ahead, have a little more. So sweet... Now NO SOUP FOR YOU!!! Mwahahaha!
So I called Qwest and was connected to a very nice man named Antonio who assured me that we would "go through several steps and diagnose your problem, ma'am, do not worry." And sure enough, several steps later, we had, indeed, diagnosed my problem. In order to dispel any lingering doubt, Antonio then recapped the exact course of events that led to the diagnosis.
And so here I am, happily reading facebook status updates of people I haven't talked to in 10 years. I have to admit, it is a bit sad that in order to feel connected, no, more than that, complete, I have to have internet. I mean, I could probably survive without it, but it would be a sad, meager life filled with angst and tears.
And now I need to go to bed so that I can get 45 minutes of sleep before Chubbs wakes up. Ugh.