The trappings of addiction

I had a rather delightful conversation with my Mexican housemate about the internet today. As we soon agreed, our social interaction in the house has reached unprecedented levels as of late, all due to the fact that our internet connection is not working. Last weekend, I was able to convince my Argentinian housemate that calling the hotline might be a good step to take (he is he native speaker after all, which he regularly demonstrated with reckless pronunciation of words, which reaffirm my notion of Spanish as an utterly complex, opaque language). Guess what we learned: The company providing our internet has failed, due to the financial crisis, rendering them unable to provide the service we are so accustomed to. Clearly, the financial crisis had crossed a line.
The news incurred utter horror. It would take them close to a month to switch us over to another provider that was to pick up the scraps and reconnect us to the brave virtual world out there. A month- and that after 2 weeks of no WiFi in the house (hence the lack of activity on this page). As I said, this had some rather odd side effects, which shine a somewhat brutal, bright light on our pathetic lifestyles. The house is now regularly vacated by all inhabitants (-what are we going to do here anyway?) and when we do meet each other here, we socialize like never before.
But low and behold- the bus stop in front of the house receives the internet from an unknown location. This sets the stage for some slightly absurd trips down to the bus stop, where I can check my emails and publish blog entries like this one. It limits the internet to a very confined space- and as I just spent 3 hours productively typing away on my bachelor thesis in my internet-forsaken room, I am starting to believe that it is the best thing that could have happened to me at this particular point in time.