I held out. For six weeks I had no home internet access. I have to be honest, it was fucking painful. There were moments when I was going through withdrawls, the latenight reading (crazy, I know), the saturdays spent staring at the wall. And just to come clean, I did consider buying a laptop. I even picked one out. But I pushed through it and I’m a better person for it. The uninternet days are all behind me now. I’m back on the wagon. Or is it off the wagon? That’s not important.

What is important is that last week when Kat came to visit in addition to getting to see her for the first time in a month, she also brought my computer. Combine that with my new sublet location (which includes internet) and I’m finally back in the civilized world.

And with one click of the mouse…

I actually live here now.