be yourself

when my uncle's mother was still alive he used to call her every single day. however, as his jobs changed and morphed it became impossible for him to do so, so he made sure to call just whenever he could. this, however, wasn't what ray's mother was used too, and sometimes, when he hadn't called for about three days and then did call her, she'd pick up the phone say hello and then tell ray that she'd thought he was dead.

seriously.

the point of all that? to ease into the subject of me not being dead. rather, the internet in these here parts was a bit...erm, late in arriving. meaning that neither kevin nor mom nor i had enough sense to order it until last week.

i never thought i could get so much joy from a few wires and a tiny black box.