Not only did I have no Internet access, I also had no cell phone service.
I am so traumatized I may never leave my house again.
Where was this writing retreat?! Guam?
How awful. You must have felt like you were living in 1994.
I’ve always wondered why you feel compelled to go out in the first place. Some excellent chocolates are readily available for home delivery.
stay strong. there will come a time when it almost will seem like a bad dream.
There, there, Faustus. Spend the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. Then whip out the cell and have phone sex.
You’ll feel better in no time.
Jeff: Worse. 1992.
John: I’ve never thought of becoming a shut-in before, but now that you put it that way . . .
sdf: It seemed like a bad dream while it was there. I’m just worried the feeling will get worse.
TED: What a ridiculous thing to suggest, when you have to know that I did all that last night and again this morning.
I guess you missed that whole “Agoraphobia: It’s Not Just for Unattractive Dullards Anymore” marketing campaign that launched while you were away.
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