classic dork

My sister (the one who lives in Chicago) has been going through a lot of sheee-at lately. Consequently, she has been on my mind a lot and we have been talking a lot more frequently, and I daresay becoming even closer because of it. Yesterday I noticed she was not on IM at all, and by the end of the day I was getting a little worried. Was she at work? Was she at home? The hospital? A ditch? I called her at the office. No answer. Shit. I called her mobile. No answer. Double shit. I left message, saying I was worried and to please call. A couple of hours later, I got this email:


Subject: i'm FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE

actually i'm not i'm in a huge snit
my brand spanking month old finally bought with hard earned money god
forsaken hunk of junk DVD player completely, inexplicably, and suddenly
DIED on me last night
after trying in vain to figure out what happened, i wept in a fetal ball on
my floor the rest of the night, this DVD player metaphorically becoming my
entire dysfunctional life where nothing works effectively and i can't
figure out why not
this, after a decent night out after work where i wasn't, for once, selling
goddamn containers and it was very anti-climactic and i went to bed all
puffy-eyed and woke up feeling very old
now in my "spare" time i have to lug this defunct piece of equipment
several blocks to the best buy and stage an ann quin-style demonstration
for my money or value back
on top of that it's been a ball busting last couple of days at work and i
basically did not feel like IMing, and when you called i was taking a late
lunch b/c the ball busting only subsided after 2pm

*sniff*
Claire
x6634

So she's okay. And now I have a classic email to boot.