A curve ball

Oh the many ways we procrastinate.

Spent all afternoon–my most productive time–at the service center, trying to connect my main gmail account to my Blackberry Curve, which the technician, kind as he was, was unable to do. Consoled myself with coffee mocha and ensaimada soaked with yema. My Food Diary was grieved, but my mouth was in ecstasy.

Spent all night figuring out what the technician couldn’t, and as if it knew the time, the phone decides to cooperate by midnight. Finally.

A day spent not writing, though I got to read the wonderful It’s Not My Fault by Drs. Cloud and Townsend at the service center. My heart is a little slow in absorbing this book’s many truths.


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