like a crippled limb

It was 2AM, on Friday. I opened a new tab and started up Gmail. Or rather, tried to.

Nothing came up. I tried again. Zero, nada, zilch.

Normally when this happens, I’d just shrug and go to sleep immediately and return the next day; this was different. This time, well, instead of staying up to surf da internetz or game all night I was trying to send my part of the WR to Malcolm.

I ended up staying up till 4, plugging and unplugging the router before giving up and telling Malcolm the changes.

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On Saturday, I woke up at 11am. Groggy from 14 hours of sleep, I mimed brushing my teeth, only to realise that my mouth didn’t feel minty fresh. I got up to see the Internet work for 2 hours before inexplicably shutting down. Luckily I’d gotten the hats and stuff in TF2 already.

I subconsciously sat at my laptop and fired up chrome. I slapped my forehead twice and closed it. Opened up “How I Met Your Mother Seasons 1-5” and realized that I needed VLC to run the files. Damn.

As a last ditch resort to make use of my computer, I fired up Auslogics Disk Defrag and… defragmented my computer.

At about 5 I got fed up of being useless and went for a run. The auntie who sold the root beer (Bundaberg, pretty expensive but well worth the price) recognized me, which was pleasantly surprising.

After going back home, I played music on my now-useless laptop, while attempting to crochet. After some practice, I managed to do it quickly (albeit unevenly) and finished about 90 loops after a few hours. Faced with nothing to do and no one to talk to, I turned over and fell asleep, the earliest I ever had on my own.

I woke up at 0730. It was refreshingly early.

The internet came back on when I came home from a PW meeting at Malcolm’s house.

I guess this goes to show how dependent I am to the net. Without the web, I couldn’t entertain myself, talk to anyone or even research anything for PW. The computer had become an extension of my mind, and without it I am completely helpless and vulnerable.

Like a being stranded in a wasteland.

Reminds me of a few months ago when I used to go out a lot. Was rather dependent on my friends’ existence then. Now… Not so much. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, if we’re slightly more distant or we’ve grown closer. But what I do know is that I’m even more attached to my computer.

I’m such a dependent person.

OpenNet can go sod itself.

Chinese tomorrow. Feeling helpless again.