I feel very proud of myself. I went to see my mum at the weekend. She didn't have internet access. Rather than going out to an internet cafe, I happily sat there chatting away and having a generally fun time with her.
I then got back to London and went straight to my friend's Canadian Thanksgiving do. It was ace - she's a brilliant cook and her friends are all creative types (I think everyone there ran their own business) so there was great food and even better company.
When I got home, rather than turning my computer on , I went straight to bed (it was about 1am and I figured I needed an early night). I actually survived almost a full weekend without internet access.
Now this may seem perfectly normal, but I'd started to worry about my internet addiction. When I found myself looking at the skirting boards trying to spot network ports when I was watching the 'virtual tour' of the hotel I'm staying in in Dublin, I knew things were getting bad. When I got into a conversation with my man about taking a network hub on holiday so we can both connect at the same time, I knew things were beyond a joke. (NB: If there's anyone reading this from Dublin, please let me know if it's worth getting a wireless card - node maps gratefully accepted)
Posted by emilyd at October 14, 2002 03:35 PM