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04/30/2004: "Coming to you live from my bed"

With our old RoadRunner-issue cable modem seemingly on the fritz -- I still wonder if it somehow had to do with those nitwits cutting trees in our back yard, since the trouble with the modem roughly coincided with the power going out in our house because of their work -- that gave me the perfect excuse yesterday to run out and get this. (OK, well, I couldn't take not being able to get on the Web for much longer.) It got rid of several cables from behind the desk in the computer room, and I'm free to check e-mail from the pool deck (as if that were necessary)!

Current mood: Groggy

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