I dropped into the chatroom to find out what was happening. And to make matters worse, the other board I visit once in a while was slow and downright dull.
I read a few books, too.
“I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought.” - Seldom Bucket
The SDMB monkey was off my back pretty soon. I was able to get over the fact that someone else would be able to post the next cool topic I thought of, “who wants to marry an abusive deadbeat?”
Equal parts ritualistic chanting and body painting to appease the SDMB gods.
Also, did you guys know they are other “websites” located elsewhere on this “internet” thingy. Apparently, people “surf” to other places vaguely like this one.
Have you voted for your favorite, huggable Mullinator today?
I went and posted (along with about a half dozen other refugees) on Opal’s Teeming Millions MB (and got chores done). This is truly mundane, but I just wanna post something - and I can tell I’m not alone.
I wept. I cried. I flagellated myself. Then I cleaned my bathroom. And the living room. And baked my daughter’s birthday cake (today is her birthday–she’s three).
Hey! Happy B-Day Cristi’s daughter! Actually, I didn’t know the board was down at all. Everybody in my family (except for me, of course) was sick with the death plague, so I’ve been busy for the last couple of days, wiping noses, wrestling children into taking their medicine, cleaning up vomit, all of that fun stuff.