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fast wireless, my arse. this thing is slow as fuck.

so if you don't hear from me that much before monday, it's because I'm trapped in a cold house outside Porvoo, with a toothache that is killing me - or at least keeping me from sleep, and food, and talking, and all that kinda stuff - and a wireless connection from sometime around the stone age. so, fuck yay. thank god for slash saved on the computer and Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

it works occasionally, though, like now, which gives me great opportunities to listen to more music and read Pudd, Junes and Gabilliam smut. HEE. -insert fangirl flail here-