Well, my internet has been cutoff because I am 3 months overdue on my account. You would think after being a loyal customer for 4 years that my ISP would cut me some slack over a couple of missed payments… but no. I got chopped last night at midnight. I was out at the time saying goodbye to a friend at some farewell drinks so the first I heard about it was when I got home and my flatmate says to me, ‘the internet’s fucked, hope you didn’t need it’! In fact I do need it, pretty much my whole communication and awareness of the outside world is based around it. Jezuz… I can’t even blog without, so when it goes down, it’s an international incident and needs to be remedied pronto. So I’m a bit like a digital Robinson Carusoe right now; isolated in the world and without any contact with anyone except my Man Friday in the flat who’s mostly stoned most of the time.
So what does one do in the digital age without internet? I guess I’ll find out tonight.
Padwanna.
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