Anger Management

Dear Friends,

I hope this email finds you well. This afternoon, I may or may not have had some wireless trouble. And when the guy at RCN didn't seem to understand that I don't know the difference between a modem and a refrigerator, I may or may not have gotten frustrated. When my cell phone lost service with RCN after 25 painful minutes of trying to fix the original issue, I may or may not have slammed my phone down onto the tile floor of my bathroom. All I know is, now, my phone is most definitely not turning on. The good news is that the dysfunctional internet that was the source to the temper tantrum is working again. I believe it is safe to contact me, now that my rage has passed, although without a phone I am effectively unreachable. Should you be desperate and brave enough to need me, I suggest you email or visit me. Whatever your mode of communication, I do request that you immediately call animal services on me if I start foaming at the mouth again. They are on speed dial on my--oh... oh, yeah.

Most Maturely,
Kate