I came home and tried to get onto the internet at 2.30 am (so what if I'm addicted?) and no internet connection. Read a book instead - that was interesting. Tried to get online this morning at about 11 when I woke up. Still no internet. Did other things for a couple of hours and randomly kept trying. No joy. Gave in and called Fucking Telstra. Fuck off but they should not call it "support" when it's not the least bit supportive and I always feel homicidal when I get off the line with them. In fact, I hung up after being told nothing was wrong, before he finished talking and he called me back to say "thanks for calling Telstra Bigpond"
Then I had one last fiddle of cables and resetting of various things
and hello, the internets.
And for some reason my Crohn's is playing up. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the cups of instant coffee on an empty stomach yesterday followed by several glasses of champers last night.