golian Clusterfuck, in Full and Vibrant Technicolor

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg5 Comments

So, as the cherry atop an utterly sucking Monday, my cell phone was destroyed.

This has a number of ramifications:

The one way I had established to be reached at with any continuity has been eliminated.

The way I had to call out- and my phone book- is gone.

The fine folk at Cobble Hill have a phone in my room, but no-one seems to know the number or extension, and there is a strong possibility that incoming calls sent to room 117B are being sent someplace else.

So-I am incommunicado. I have a few numbers, but don’t assume yours is one of them. I am hoping that contacting someone with caller ID will help me determine what my number actually is.


“‘Yoo Hoo!”