Hey, it’s Mark and I’m in Seina and I’m still fucking pissed. I’ve been pissed off for over a day now. Yesterday, while Linette was home nursing her cold, I headed over to the bar across the street and typed away for an entire hour on one of their three internet-connected computers. I wasn’t writing to my family. I wasn’t writing to my co-workers back in Michigan. I was writing to you, the readers of this blog. I know it will sound like bragging if I say that what I wrote was brilliant, but it really, really was. It was some of the best stuff I have ever written in my life. But, when I hit the “publish” button on Blogger, I got some fucked up error message and I wasn’t able to even go back and save what I had written. That was, without a doubt, the lowest point of this entire vacation… and it cost me about six bucks to do it. Mother fucker. I think the error screen said something like, “Sorry, Blogger’s down now.” Why don’t they tell me that whe I log on, before I waste an entire hour of my vacation? OK, I feel a little bit better now.