Being connected from a cybercafé entails an unpleasant pressure I wasn’t used to anymore: paying per hour.
I have all my bookmarks with me, the whole list of sites for my daily reader’s digest on the blog (because the whole world needs it!), but I still keep wondering how I usually manage to keep myself busy all day on the net.
And, more importantly: is the time I spend in front of this computer really worth what it’s costing me? There’s no hesitation about a 25€ monthly contract; but accessing the web for two euros per hour? I’ve got some doubts. But, if I don’t get online here, what am I going to do with my time?
Which means I’m now entering the more annoying, less intellectually gratifying part of my work, and it’s hard getting motivated — even though I have no choice, with the webserver crashing more and more often (which you may have witnessed on this site no later than tonight, by the way).
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