You Should Know
Neither of my roommates is interested in helping to pay for internet access. Neither of them uses it outside of work and only one even owns a computer. This means I have to either cough up $40/mo for it or live without.
People, I have not lived without internet access at home since grade school.* And that was only because the internet didn't EXIST back then. I'm tempted to go without just to see if I can - after all, there's a public library that's open 'til 8:30 every day, coffeeshops 'til 7, and my office after hours if I get really desperate. And I'll be on it all day at work. And it'll free up shit tons of free time in my evenings. Yesterday I got home, had a beer with my roommate, watched her cut up some pears for the food dehydrator, puttered a bit, did some music-organizing, copied a scone recipe from Atlantic Monthly, watched The Science of Sleep, and started reading The God of Small Things. (I know, I know, I'm like 5 years behind the curve on that one, but it happens to be one of someone's favorites and I've had it on my shelf since freshman fall at D [Thanks, English Dept!])
But.
Still.
No internet at home? Not even a pirated neighbor's signal? Nothing?
Whoa, dude. Whoa.
This means I might be a little slower to, say, reply to emails. Or post photos. Or post blog entries. We'll see. You can always call.
* Actually, I did live without it at home for 3 months in Dublin. I was so busy that it worked out ok. Also, I had internet access daily at the university.