Panic in Toronto

10/08/2007

I am breathing heavily; my heart is pounding at an unnatural rate.  I am sitting here in my Toronto hotel room having a huge panic attack, and this is new ground for me.  My damn cell phone is the cause of this uneasiness – it quit.  Kaput!

You know, for over fifty years I lived without celluar technology.  What hath God wrought?  I also made it without this damn laptop for longer than that.  I made it forty-three years without a fax machine, for crying out load.  These days I cannot live without these gadgets.  I am hopelessly under their control - mesmerized.  That’s pretty daggone sad, isn’t?  Talk about conspiracies!  We have all been programmed.  It must be Bush doing this.  I wasn’t dependent on any of these things before he became president.  Damn Republicans.  Hillary will fix this mess, right?

Maybe it’s Al Gore’s fault?  He invented the internet, you know!

All kidding aside, this really sucks.  I am truly panicking.  This is not fun, but the funny thing is I am due for a new cell phone, a Blackberry, because my company wants me to be more connected.  It’s an electronic umbilical cord.  Big Brother lives. 

And that is all I have to say about that…