I am living under a rock

I've been back at school in New York for a few days now, but my apartment is without internet. The horror, indeed. Not only does that mean I'm backlogged up the wazoo, but that I've been cleaning, reading, and sleeping early. What's wrong with that, you ask? Well, everything. I pine for the RSS updates, emails, instant messages, as much as I pine for a good meal.

So when will life resume? September 8, officially, but I think I might blog away at the library like a good college student.