Sorry, another hiatus was undertaken. My beloved elder brother, the one who shot me in the face with a pellet gun and tackled a fellow football player who was heckling me, graduated from Carleton University today, and I simply had to go down and see my brother. I'm completely, un-ironically, proud of my brother today. He worked hard for this, and seeing him walk across the stage, handsome in his gown, and both older and younger than he's been in a long time... I got a little sad. My brother's moving on, moving up, moving out- and I wish him all the best.
As a fitting reward for a day of warm and fuzzy sisterly feelings, I came home to a message on the answering machine from John, the guy who's sub-letting our apartment in Montreal. The phone and Internet were down there, and he was sure that I had forgotten to pay the bills. Which, of course, sent me into twitches and tics, since I had made sure to pay of both bills. I don't even have a choice about paying my Internet bill! Bell invasively charges it directly to my credit card! After I ate an emergency donut, I checked my e-mail, and John had checked with Bell and both bills were paid in full. But I'm still vexed and annoyed, because I feel like it still reflects badly on me somehow, even though it is the work of that demon, Bell. And now there are no more donuts.
Bell strikes again.
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