*hiss* *spit*

Router's fried.

This means, in the worst case, that all the onine time I'll get through the next month will be through Dad's computer. Mail yes, livejournal checking probably too. Roleplaying might be problematic >_<

Wah! Want my net back!

Alarm cancelled

Sometimes, I seriously love my male parental unit. He ended up buying a new router today, because sending the old one to repair it would have taken three weeks and "you're going to be insufferable until you get your net back anyway". It's a wonderful thing to have someone in the household as net-addicted as you are ^__^

So, virtual drinks on me. And I'm really sorry for scaring y'all. If it helps, I was seething all day...