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Work Surfing

My home internet is provided by my landlord friend via a wireless network. Well, the internet has been down for over two weeks now. Over Thanksgiving weekend I figured out that it's a problem with the internet service provider and have been urging my friend to call and get it figured out (since it's his account an all). He's not been too motivated to get it fixed, meanwhile I'm having seizures and foaming at the mouth with home internet withdrawal. On Thursday I was like, "give me you account number, user name and password and I'll take care of it." He said he'd go ahead and call them. Enter the weekend. The weekend which I spent almost entirely at home sick without the warm company of my internet. Sunday comes and I ask him his internet bill so I could get information from that to call. He only gets bills via internet so would print it off for me on Monday morning. I asked him for it this morning and he said he'll call them when he gets home tonight.

Does this man not realize the mental duress he's causing me with denying access to my chatting and surfing addiction? I mean really. I've had to do things like read books, watch movies, frame artwork and actually talk to real people just to stay sane. This isn't humane I tell you. Pretty soon I may actually have to pay for my own internet instead of mooching off of him.

It's hard to believe such oppression still exists in the world.