The story is stunningly brutal and cruel.  Don't read it.  Do anything else, but do not read it.  Because once you read it, you will be completely preoccupied trying to convince yourself it is not true. 

Yay!  I can pay my rent!  Such are the turning points in my life.  But, you know, I think of war refugees, who are poorer than dirt, and homeless -- and hungry, always hungry (never sick, because if they get sick they just die) -- and then I think of how much money I give my landlord and I want to kill him.  (Oop.  That's not what I meant to say.).  I meant to say that then I think how fortunate I really am. 

Of course I could not find out anything about my bank account until my DSL came back on a couple hours ago.  It was off all day.  That's because I had today off from work.  (My DSL knows...  It watches me... it waits...  It will be up and running fine all day tomorrow, while I'm at work.). 

But -- I must have some sort of DSL-guilt, I keep talking about this -- it is free.  And it's even faster now.  It's latency is down to 30ms from 50ms.  It used to graph flat at 50, with occasional spikes.  Now it graphs flat at 30, no spikes.  Flat.  Things just keep getting better, life is good, there's no sand in my food, I think I still have a job, and we just enjoyed the first ocurrence of a blue moon on halloween since 1955.  Come on al Qaeda, nuke me!  Nuke me now, because right now I'm content.  But hurry because I'll be securely ensconced in my impregnable misery in no time.