Phantom Returns

Deutsche Telekom’s managed to avoid restoring my phone line for two months while billing me for DSL I can’t use. The absurdity is complete. My internet is a hotel hotspot across the street at twelve cents a minute. You’d think this couldn’t be real, but here it is.

Plenty’s shifted in the last few weeks. Ana and I tried being more than best friends—lasted a month before we figured out we were just grinding on each other’s nerves. Kind of relieving, honestly. Sometimes you have to try something to know it doesn’t work. We’re solid again now, and maybe that’s actually better.

I’m not doing pizza delivery anymore. Hospital work now, which pays better and steadies things while I finish school. Also went vegetarian, which I’m sure sounds like it comes with a manifesto, but it’s genuinely just opened up cooking I’d been skipping over. There’s something nice about rediscovering half the menu.

This is a bare-bones post because internet by the minute gets expensive fast. But I do miss this. Being offline has its quiet rewards—forces you to think about other things. But there’s a hollow to it too. No ICQ, no connection to anyone. Just quiet and separation.

I’m planning to actually blog more once I get proper internet back. The offline stretch has been useful, but I’m ready to be plugged in again.