Not having the internet is incredibly frustrating.

Well, I think the blog post says it all. It's been a theme this month. For which I apologize because, as themes go, it isn't terribly interesting. It's taking me some time to get into the rhythm of my new life--the one without a 9 to 5 job. Most days it's wonderful, but it can also be boring. It's a work in progress--isn't everything?

Not having the internet at my fingertips has really made me consider how dependent on it we have become--I don't think it's just me, although I certainly am. My late night Google urges have gone unsatisfied. I no longer have easy access to Google Reader or The Globe and Mail online (pro: the library has the paper version, which I actually have a greater appreciation for, even if it leaves inkstains on my fingers). I feel a little bit like I'm losing my mind without it all. And then as soon as I get online, I am so overwhelmed by everything that after 15 minutes I can't take anymore. And yet it doesn't seem like I'm terribly motivated to deal with the lack of access at my apartment. Clearly, or I would be hooked up by now. So, while I miss it like an addict does their substance of choice, I must be enjoying the disconnect at least a little bit, right? After all, I've been through two books in the last two weeks (one having been the 700-odd page tome that is Harold Blooms's Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human), time I normally would have spent surfing the web instead. This is the silver lining.

So my question for all of you out there is what would you do with all the time you spend on the internet if you didn't have the internet to spend it on?