I’m sitting in the library right now writing this.
I have moved into my new apartment, and am loving it for the most part. The problem is, I was too lazy to order internet/cable before I moved, so I am now completely fucking bored ALL NIGHT LONG.
So I stopped in at the library (oh my god, I loooooove libraries) to pick up some fresh reading material and realized, ‘OH MY GOD! THE INTERNET!!!!’ I mean, I have the internet at work, but they monitor what I do, so that’s no fun.
I’ve caught up on some of your blogs, but not as many as I’d like. I have 8 minutes left to be online and I have an ambrosia of other sites to hit up for my fix before scary librarian people start descending on me and giving me the cut-eye through their eyeglasses held on by beaded chains. Yeah. You know the look.
I have learned many interesting things from moving into my apartment, which is circa 1930 something. I shall share my stories with you when I have the intermanets in my house. Which CANNOT happen soon enough.
This has made me realize I am a slave to blogs and google. I care not. I need them. I love them and they love me.
Folks….trust me, take what I have experienced and learn from it….if you are moving, pre-arrange your setting up of the services!
I have no tv and no internet. I essentially go home and stare at the wall. Don’t let that be you.