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Not having internet access at home is interesting. I have to write myself little notes about things I need to do on the computer at work the next day (instead of doing it right then or emailing myself reminders), which I invariably forget about until I'm leaving work again. And I have so much work that I don't really have time for regular internet abuse. So it's like jumping back 5 years. Yesterday I took the Yellow Pages off the top of the bookshelf! I don't think I've used them since I moved in. And now, when I'm home alone, I don't automatically know what everyone else is doing. Eerie.

I have learned the important lesson, though, that no internet means I will go to bed earlier. That's one to remember. Heh. Oh, and also that I will go stir crazy after a couple of days of not talking to anyone, even virtually, and will actually make plans. Shocking, I know.