I hate dial-ups. With a

I hate dial-ups. With a purple freakin’ passion, I hate them. Every since I knew a faster option was available I’ve hated them. And trying to check a hotmail account on a 56k in the middle of the woods is no exception. Arg. I just wanted to see if Chip had gotten my emails… is that to much to ask. Apparently so. Stupid modem couldn’t actually work could it? Nope. Well, it did last long enough for me to post this. So I guess I can’t complain that much. Anyway. No word from Chip. I called Jason too, but he wasn’t home yet. I’m still trying to figure out Chip’s friggin’ phone number. Arg. And I’m hungry. A hungry Matt is not a happy Matt.