Sooo, my phone service has been down for, mmm, twenty-eight (28) hours. Every time I try to make contact with the outside world, I get a "network busy" signal. I am currently blaming the concentrated population of Lollapalooza for such business, though there's no real basis for that speculation.

Yesterday morning held about, mmm, five hours (three games' worth) of sun-baked Ultimate Frisbee. It was really hot, and I drank a lot a lot a lot of water and, afterward, the most delicious Coors Light I'd ever tasted. I had not been expecting such early-morning exertions, but they were had, and I was tired (there were only two of us ladies, so no subs . . . gosh). Despite my lack of skill (though it's possible I'm improving) I will probably play again this fall. Woo.

In my current forced-antisocial state, i am watching what the Ecuadoreans touted as El Secreto De La Montana, but what I do believe American viewership knows as, um, Brokeback Mountain. The copy may or may not be pirated and very grainy, but I think I get the gyst. Just now our protagonists were untangling a mess o' sheeps, and now they are punching eachother in the faces. It's kind of slow.

Please keep dear, sweet Verizon in your warmest thoughts.

[EDIT: Service is back! But the guy above -- he's been here all along, just hanging in my living room window. GLORIOUS!]: