Make up your own joke, but I’ve spent the last few days pulling my wire. No, not that. Pulling network wire and phone wire. The lower level office is only partially wired and because we are both computer geeks, we need access to the World Wide Wait.
So do the roommates, Lindsay and Joscelin, as part of the their studies in Journalism and Economics respectively. Q.E.D., ‘net access is mission critical
I feel like I’ve spent eleven days in the ceiling, covered in plaster dust, fiberglass and the effluvia of construction. Each night I crawl to bed, bent like a pretzel made by monks with no sense of depth or proportion. The end is not in sight yet, but there are eight net drops in place and three phone lines all running as advertised.
Mind you, I do have bits of cat 5e cable under my finger nails and am now getting network signals in my left hand. Tomorrow, David vs. Electricity!
RoadDave 
Don’t worry, amigo. I’ve sucked up more 110-volt line current thus far than most houses I’ve lived in. A little insulation is good for ya. Keeps the water from getting into your bloodstream!;) And you know, (adopts best lecturing voice):
“If you lived in Chicago, all your wire would be in conduit and pulling fresh wire would be easy. That’s what building codes are for!” :p
Ahem. You know you’ve pulled too much wire if you can strip the insulation with the gap between your upper front teeth. My dad could do two wires at once, one upper, one lower (teeth). Then again, he worked for the Bell System for 39 years. Me, I still need pliers. 🙂