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This is making me realize the depth of my addiction even as I grind my teeth in frustration(I can get Dreamwidth but not LJ, my English publisher's site but not the Guardian; WHY? I'd get it if we couldn't access the net at all but how can some bits work (email is fine) and other bits not?)
I thought, oh, well, at least I can get lots done without the distraction that is the shiny internet, but although I'm doing well with my flood charity fic and I've even done some housework, I keep needing the net AND IT'S NOT THERE. I wanted to check about ACL injuries for the fic; nope. I wanted to make those Starbucks ginger cookies -- oh, actually, I might've posted that recipe on DW/LJ so maybe I can get that. Hmm. Cookies would definitely help.
Anyway, I admit it. Without the net I'm lost. I'm getting comments via emails from you all and I can't answer them :;frets::
Be prepared for me to whine a lot until this gets fixed. I suppose I should ring Rogers, the cable company again, but I might let David do that. He knows what wires and cables go where. I freeze and stammer. The man asked what my operating system was and I went '...' until he started listing 'XP, Vista, Windows 7' at which point my brain started working again. They always make me feel totally thick and clueless, the kind of customer the tech support people mock on their coffee breaks.
I thought, oh, well, at least I can get lots done without the distraction that is the shiny internet, but although I'm doing well with my flood charity fic and I've even done some housework, I keep needing the net AND IT'S NOT THERE. I wanted to check about ACL injuries for the fic; nope. I wanted to make those Starbucks ginger cookies -- oh, actually, I might've posted that recipe on DW/LJ so maybe I can get that. Hmm. Cookies would definitely help.
Anyway, I admit it. Without the net I'm lost. I'm getting comments via emails from you all and I can't answer them :;frets::
Be prepared for me to whine a lot until this gets fixed. I suppose I should ring Rogers, the cable company again, but I might let David do that. He knows what wires and cables go where. I freeze and stammer. The man asked what my operating system was and I went '...' until he started listing 'XP, Vista, Windows 7' at which point my brain started working again. They always make me feel totally thick and clueless, the kind of customer the tech support people mock on their coffee breaks.