I had plans to pen another an angry diatribe about Charter and how I have no internets because I was stood up all day long and lied to about when the technician was going to get there, only to find out that no technician will be available until tomorrow, but then I thought, "Todd, at one point this evening you were so furious that you actually felt your left arm tingling. Getting all worked up over it again could very well be your end, and that will ruin all of your plans to die alone in the Rocky Mountains with a rattlesnake in one hand and the left eye of the bear that finally got you in the other after successfully evading capture for a series of brilliant bank heists and armored car hold ups that left the FBI baffled for years." So instead, McPhee make happy.
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