AT&T is screwing me.

27 cents to check my own voicemail? WTF?

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Chapter 7 - "Farm Barn"; Notes from Lost Man's Lane Cabin, by Richard Le Breton.

(More weird scribblings! See them? Why is this happening to me?!)

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Head up my ass weekend.

I've never had my head so far up my ass (well, not as far as Packer management these days) as I did on the 4th of July weekend. I get home from my friend's home in Tujunga and realize I left my briefcase there; I needed it as they were leaving town and there was no way I could wait until they returned. Now I have to turn around and go all the way back to Tujunga (30 miles) and come back home because I have to run out to Hollywood later that night.

Above: My George Constanza wallet. I'm on my way home from Hollywood later that evening and I have this weird feeling near my right butt cheek. No wallet. Left it in Hollywood and I'm 2 minutes from home. Now I have to go all the way back to Hollywood to retrieve my wallet but can't get there for two days.

Once home, I see that I have one bar left on my phone...but I can't find my cell phone charger. I packed it to go to Tujunga but never used it there. So where did it go? A new charger costs as much as an upgraded GoPhone. So I need to get the upgrade phone - but I can't purchase the new phone with no wallet and no credit card.

I got my briefcase back. I got my wallet back. Never found the phone charge so I purchased the upgraded GoPhone (see above). If you find my head, please tell me so I can come over to YOUR home and retrieve it.

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