Edminster

As some of you know, I'm wrapped up in this whole novel-writing fad that's been going on, lately. My goal this month is to write an epic novel about love, honour, revenge, and awesome technology. I'm thinking of calling it 'When Gos Throws Stones' or something equally impressive. But, today, I'm likely not going to have much progress, if my day so far has been any indicator. Just, everything has been wonky, no matter what I try to do. It's ridiculous. Also, I haven't been able to return the calls of anybody who's tried reaching me on my cell, for reasons that will become apparant shortly.
My day started out normally enough. At least, until my alarm clock exploded. I called the manufacturer about it, but they deny any responsibility in the matter, and that the warranty on it had expired, quote, "An assload of time ago." I guess that's what I get for buying clocks at 'Explodey Stuff Is Us!' and expecting the merchandise to not spontaneuosly combust. But, what really irks me is the custom