Off to Atlanta for five days to go to a conference. I'm going to miss my internet access. I don't even think about it any more - I have wireless access at home, at school, when I visit my parents, when we visit Mark's parents... it feels like a part of the air I breathe. I can open my laptop and the internet is just... there. Available. Now it will be a matter of finding coffee shops and paying for access, or using a public terminal to check my mail via the web. The hotel rooms have "data ports" which sound... um... archaic. I am so spoiled. (It's early morning and I'm grouchy.)

To distract myself, I've installed Panther. I'll play with that, and maybe actually do some writing at night in the hotel instead of web-surfing. (Hmm. This could be good for me, even if I resist it now.)



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