This is the final installment of this soap-style, badly written diary of my broadband woes, fights and mishaps. It's been nearly two weeks without broadband at my new house, battling my way online through the means of dial-up Internet.
It still hasn’t been fully resolved as of yet, but quite frankly I’m bored of whining and whining about a “bare necessity” in my life. Believe me, I never thought I'd get bored of complaining about something; it's practically in-built into my daily routine.
I tried my dial-up last night and it didn't seem to work. I connected the phone and dialed out but absolutely nothing. I tried phoning in off my mobile, and it said the number wasn't in use. I'm getting there, slowly but surely.
Having said that, it's not been without its simple pleasures; something which I could have written, something I could have displayed in a frenzy of expressive dance, but instead decided to podcast as it was a "good idea at the time".
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