technical support

Blogger (as in blogger.com, the service I use to tell you all the lovely things I have to tell you) has been broken all damn day.

I wanted to blog to you but I was like I was trapped in a bubble, or paralyzed, or locked in a padded room of no blogging. Nevermind my email and phone and ability to get up and engage in public discourse in person. Trapped!

I feel as though Blogger has stolen our time together, like when you're dating someone and his or her evil mother makes you sleep in separate rooms even though you're nearly thirty. Like that. Blogger, today, is the evil mother trying to keep us apart.