I am about to have a mental breakdown over my lack of internet access at home. I wouldn’t care as much if I could only get some online loafing done at work, but all the good stuff is filtered.
Today I was forced to make a reservation and walk over to the public library during lunch, just to catch up on blog reading. I’m sharing a six-computer station with two other people. The homeless man across from me alternately snorts and leers at the young ladies who walk past. He even leers at the old lady sitting behind him. The crazy woman next to me keeps cursing her computer and typing like mad. I think she’s said the F-word more times in the last ten minutes than some comedians in their entire lifetimes.
I. Must. Get. Access.