Yes, it's the semiannual Verizon random phone line breakage event of May, 2007.

Once again, my phone doesn't work for no apparent reason. The nice computer voice said a repair technician will be here between 8am and 6pm. I was all ready to wake up early and go get a new passport, but now I'll just go to bed hoping that a phone call from a guy with a utility belt will wake me up so I can say a few nonsensical words while trying not to sound like I just woke up or am just completely insane. At least that's how it usually goes. I can't even post this blog entry until he fixes it. I say he only because it's always a he. Is there a porn where a female phone company person shows up and the guy whose house it is is in his underwear, and things progress from there the way only unimaginative porn can? And I'll reiterate what I always say when my phone breaks and remind you that my phone broke 9/10/01. That's why I had no idea that there was something wrong the next day. I was trying to find a pay phone to call 611, but none of them worked either, for some reason. But that's a whole other story.