For two days running I've been unable to get on the internet - not even a fucking dial tone.
On the occasion I do get a dial tone, it's interrupted by an infuriatingly polite female voice telling me traffic in my area is 'congested'.
The urge to stick my head out the window and scream 'Get off Gaydar for Christ's sake!' has never been stronger.
I'm typing this in the fluorescent hell that is the internet cafe of Buddys Convenience Store on Oxford Street. Lack of apostrophe duly noted.
It's empty, quietish but, yes, really really bright.
Actually, ditch the 'quiet' - someone outside is yelling at someone to 'fuck off' repeatedly.
I really have to get broadband. I just have to wait for that first paycheck to arrive...
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