WiFi come to me
I don’t really need it. We live on 46 square meters on the 6th floor. I sit working on my desktop on top of my desk (did that sound funny…) with my feet tangled up in (no not blue) that well-known subdesk wormpit of wires and electricity and dust and heat and what else evil.
And I just hate it. Although Malene hates it even more.
I want to be wireless but I seem to be less wireless than ever. I’d just like to feel that wifi freedom that people almost write songs about. But I can’t justify it. Damn Damn Damn.
I guess I’d better wait another six money-saving months for the big laptop shopping. Yahoo. It will be the great wonder of wirelessissity! And most important of all: by then McDonalds restaurants will be 802.11b hotspots. Mmmm… no wires - all fat!