hate pt.1

oh bastardly bastard of an internet connection, why are you attempting to destroy the few free hours i have alone with you? is it because i've used/abused/refused to give you an evening off? sigh. and even though your absence allowed me to be (gasp!) productive, i still hate you. productivness led to sleepiness which led to an hour of doogie frickin' howser. yes, that's right bi-atch - i cheated on you with a 16 year old doctor and loved it.