No Internet, Just Red Bull

The thing about Murphy’s Law is it doesn’t just happen to you once. It comes in waves. A lamp drops on your head. The stove catches your arm. You’re genuinely worried a toilet paper holder is going to finish what the lamp started. Household appliances just give up. The Hurricane Festival gets rained out. And then 1&1—the DSL provider, the people I supposedly paid to give me internet—decides they’re done trying. The technician came. I dropped 30 euros for a service call. Still nothing. They send emails about rescheduled appointments to an account with no internet. The kind of thing that would be funny if I wasn’t sitting here without a connection.

The timing is perfectly terrible because I run this website, this stupid little unknown corner, and right now it’s just sitting empty. I could joke about dead content tumbleweeds blowing across the homepage but it’s not really funny when it’s actually happening. I’ve got a hoster and a DSL company that both seem genuinely unsure how to make something work. They’ll figure it out eventually. They have to.

Apart from the injuries—and I mean, I almost lost my left hand, which would’ve been a problem, but at least my right’s still intact—things aren’t terrible. I actually like how insane the weather’s been. You never know what you’re going to get when you look outside. And I’ve somehow developed a full Red Bull addiction in the last few days. Like, every morning now I need one before anything else happens. It’s a serious habit.

Basti and I did this whole expedition to IKEA, the kind of errand that takes way longer than it should because you end up looking at everything. Then Gulcan and I headed into the Arabic neighborhood around Hermannplatz—we were hunting for a shisha setup. Got one, got some nice apple tobacco, grabbed some baklava. Now I’m just sitting here blowing apple smoke into the air, mostly just hoping the internet comes back soon.