I lay in bed with my phone resting against my ear. I am bitter and speechless.
“I know what it’s like,” my boyfriend voices softly on the line. His words offer little comfort.
I groan again.
“I know what it’s like to have no Internet.”
It was Day Three of a spotty wireless connection at my house. We’re getting [...]

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For now, I’ve resorted back to my old iBook, the one with the crack in it, because — well — long boring story that ends with me yelping and sighing and growling at my sister’s semi-new MacBook. WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT THEIR TRACKPAD TO BE THAT SENSITIVE? Cursors flying everywhere, tabs being dragged all over [...]

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