I don't remember dial up being this slow, ever.

Before I married David, I had dial up. It didn't seem this slow. You'd think we were using an 1200 baud modem or something. Who knows what this actually is. Maybe 2400. Ha!

While I was stomping about earlier, griping about the injustice of the loss of DSL, David tried to make me feel a little better.

"Pretend like you are camping," he said.

That kind of helps.

But tomorrow, either SBC can reconnect us (although doubtful as DSL capacity has been maxed here and our port is probably long gone to some less deserving household), or we will sign up for Comcast Cable internet.

Basically, it comes down to who gets the broadband here quickest.

Earlier, I was contemplating running out to scrounge up an AOL disc at Blockbuster. You know you never have an AOL disc when you actually need some free temporary dial up access (this was before David reminded me that we have backup dial-up through SBC).

What I do get from all this is that I don't handle the unexpected all that well, and that I am my father's daughter. I want to yell at someone until this is fixed, even though there is no one to yell at.

So for now I will stomp and pout. And binge eat this bag of Christmas M&Ms.