My internet has been down most of the day. It’s an ugly, ugly thing. To feel so disconnected. And then the feelings of withdrawal. It sucks.
How long could you make it, being away from the ‘net?
If I was basking in the warmth of the sun on a secluded Mediterranean island, I think I’d be less despondent over the lack of access. But when I’m working on projects and NEED to be hooked in, it’s just plain scary.
I can barely remember the days before this tangled web of information overload took hold.
I really do think it’s an addiction.
Now if Cox would just make sure my damn internet connection wouldn’t go down, especially when I’m working, I would be a happy, happy girl.
I can empathize with this one.
I can still remember the struggle I had gone through when I had to be away from the Internet for a total of 15 days. I don’t know how life would be without the net, but now that is deeply entrenched, I would be seen dead without it.