It takes me back to 1996. The rush of opening the inbox. The technical speed of a 28.8 modem. The wonders of ICQ and chatrooms. All back when seeing fwd meant more than just spam. Back in the days of dial-up.
Well, they're back again. And so am I.
And you thought you could get rid of me. Yeah. Right.
I'm tired tonight so I'll keep it short, but Peter and I have settled in nicely, I'm waitressing at Boston Pizza, and I hate Telus because 200 yards to my immedately right lies high speed and they won't run the wires in.
I promise I will post more soon. I've missed you.