"You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" Joni Mitchell once sang.
I feel like my paradise has been paved, but the parking lot is still in the process of being put up so I have to live with constant construction noise.
I didn't realise just how important having internet access on demand was to me until I no longer had it.
I think I am going crazy. This whole not having internet at home thing is sending me round the bend quicker than a flushing action. Maybe I have an addiction?
Last night I desperately needed to indulge in some self-obsessed ("cathartic") whinging and I couldn't. I just had to sit there and watch TV. I have to admit that watching a DVD that I've seen about 30,000 times (I wish I was exaggerating, I don't get out much) offered little comfort. Neither did wondering what that strange smell was eminating from my sink.
Most importantly of all, why does my right nipple hurt so much today? Answers on a postcard please.