Had I known that Arcata was the Bermuda Triangle of phone service, perhaps I would not have been so nonchalant about embarking on a long-distance relationship. I thought, "People make this work all the time." But "people," have reliable ways of communicating, and we, at the moment, do not. It's only been 1 week, but now that all the oxytocin seems to have drained from my body, I'm already learning a lot about the hideous, murky depths of my own co-dependence. LAN line? Carrier pigeon? Watching bootlegs of
Pippin on youtube and eating icecream for dinner and just keeping my mind off of it? I may have a hard row to ho.
