"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." Blame the Dutch
The plaintive call of my mobile wakes me up early this morning, not quite 5 am.
I open my eyes and find myself gazing into my stalwart laptop still spinning my West Wing S2 DVD.
Closing the lid puts it to sleep. I crawl out of bed.
Pick up the mobile from my desk, crawl back into bed and open up the message.
Read it. Something about talking mickeys.
Don’t ask.
Sleepily I punch in a reply: “It’s 5am luv, watcher doin’ up? Zzz.”
And fall back asleep.
In the morning it turns out to be a delayed delivery, the tail end of this boy-girl argument that’s now spun out over two days.
He blames the Dutch.
