Who Needs Love When the Sandwiches Are Wicked and They Know You at the Mac Store

The always lovely Beirne mentioned pointedly to me yesterday that I have been neglecting Laughter Through Tears.  

This is true.  Allow me to explain.  Until this morning, I didn't have internet in my sublet, and thus I was forced to live as an itinerant blogger.  Actually, internet technically existed in my sublet, but I could not access it.  For whatever reason, my usually trusty Mac would not recognize the internet as transmitted through Catie's ethernet cord, and Catie doesn't have wireless.

For a while, I enjoyed traveling around the city in the search for wireless access and tasty snacks.  I frequented my favorite tea shop Amai and feasted on free internet and Earl Grey scones.  Sometimes I visited the as-delicious but heartier Bite to use its gratis wireless while enjoying roasted eggplant and hard-boiled egg sandwiches.  But a slight issue arose.  Both Amai and Bite open at 8:00 and close early in the evening, and these time constraints weren't super-compatible with my ability to show up to my AIG gig at a decent time and do my part to help pay back the government a rather hefty loan.  Err, rather, to do my part to log emails from folks calmly and politely inquiring about AIG's progress in paying back the government said hefty loan.

Also, I heard the other day from the guy who works at my UPS store that Amai will be closing.  It can't compete with Starbucks in this economy.  This threw me into a mild depression that lasted several days.

But then when I finally emerged from the doldrums, and after I had stockpiled a healthy coffer of Amai scones, I decided to take the internet issue into my own hands.  I would call the Mac helpline and, if necessary, bang down the doors of the Mac store until someone helped me fix my computer's internet-recognition mechanism.  I had been internet-homeless for three months, and enough was enough.

This morning I gathered up all available emotional reserves, got my phone poised to call the helpline, and plugged in my ethernet cord.  Except, um, the internet worked this time.  I checked the input where I plugged in the cord, and, yall.  I had been plugging the ethernet cord into the wrong input this whole time.  

I don't know if there is a clear moral to this story, but I do look forward to posting more regular entries on LTT.  Also, streaming episodes of Gossip Girl from the comfort of my own apartment.  It's a whole new world.