The pilgrimage was a little more extensive than initially expected. On Saturday afternoon, for the first time in three years, my internet connection acted up. There was no way to load any page or establish any contact with Radio France. AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!
I don’t know what karmic wrongdoings I committed this past week, but they must have been grave. At 7:30, I was desperate, cursing, and short of throwing things at my modem.
The solution came at the hands of the best girlfriend ever, who calmly suggested “Why don’t we go to your institute downtown? You’ve got internet there, right?”
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