These memories that grip me and pin me down
A hideous thing has gone wrong with my e-mail; assume I am out of contact by that route until further notice. Anyone who really needs to get hold of me, leave a message in comments. I am going to spend the afternoon with
rushthatspeaks and hope I have not really lost as much data as Mac Mail is telling me.

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Thank you. I think things have worked out!
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Huzzah, huzzah!
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To recapitulate my email to you: tickets for the ART Tempest have just gone on sale, and vanishing fast.
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Well, my inbox ate itself and all its contained messages. My father was trying to solve the problem whereby I've never been able to access my main account outside of the wireless in Lexington except over slow and inaccurate webmail, which has done me very, very little good over the last year. And he did manage to solve it, because it turned out not to be a problem with the house internet's firewalls, but with Apple itself, but we could confirm it was an Apple problem by the fact that first it downloaded hundreds of messages and then it deleted them. That was not fun. It was in fact very upsetting. I believe I have everything now, though. See latest post.
To recapitulate my email to you: tickets for the ART Tempest have just gone on sale, and vanishing fast.
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I got your message! We managed to sort out the problem and I managed to ignore its existence for an entire, very pleasant afternoon into evening. Thank you!
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I hope as well that you've both had a good afternoon together.
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We did! There were palm-sugar dumplings. And my e-mail seems to have been sorted out, although I'm trying not take it for granted.