I forgot my cell phone at home today, so anyone trying to get a hold of me with have some difficulty in doing so (she says, like she ever gets any phone calls at all).

I’m having an issue with my beloved Q1B, and I am having a devil of a time getting support for it. This makes me very sad, because I have many things I want to do with it but I can’t because it needs a doctor. Compounding the issue is the non-availability of Q1Bs in Canada – I can’t even call up support for help, because they don’t have access to them. My calls have been rerouted down to the US twice, and each time I was disconnected. FIX MY TOY! I AM SAD AND LOST WITHOUT IT! I just sold my PDA too, so I don’t even have a backup available – this sucks. How can I have truly excellent wireless adventures when my toys need fixing? I can’t, that’s how. I hate living an analog life.

A half-asleep conversation with Ed over the weekend has made me remember the recurring nightmare I used to have as a child. In the dream I’d be standing on the corner by our old house, watching my mother return from being gone for a long long time – and she’d always be walking up the hill, carrying a bag from Woodward’s, and stumping along on her peg leg.

I can’t even begin to imagine what the deeper meaning behind that dream is – abandonment issues? Fear of both pirates and my mother? Nostalgia for a bankrupt department store? I keep going back to the peg leg – while it was terrifying at the time, it’s hilarious now. Hee. Stumpy mom.

Okay, back to working and also trying to find someone to fix my poor Q1B.