This is, literally, the first time I’ve been on the internet in over 2 weeks. For a person who was, on average, spending 4-5 hours a day online to now spending 0 has made me feel like Charlie Sheen when they took away his booze. “I know how it feels Charlie, I know man. I’ve been there too” Sweet Maria! Thankfully, Comcast has promised us service at our new house on Wednesday. I’m thinking this one is going to stick seeing as how the last 3 dates have not. But who knows. Gah, I can’t wait till I have my daily fix of Dope again!
They don’t call it The Dope for nothing, you know.
These days, when I’m travelling for more than a couple of days, I keep an eye on where the internet cafes are in places. I tell myself it’s because I want to keep my inbox clear of spam clogging it up. Not addicted, as such, oh no, not at all … 
I’m thinking that two weeks of living might kill my will to internet. I’m really gonna try it.
I’d consult a physician before you do something crazy like that.
Good metaphor, but I think I would’ve gone for “like Charlie Sheen when they took away his hookers.”
Booze, hookers, it’s the same party 
I was rooting for “when they took away Ginger Lynn.”
“My name is Barrington and I’m connected to the internet.”
Seriously, though, I do get restless and fidgety if I don’t get my regular fix of various net-based activities. And they add up to quite a bit more than Surbey’s 4-5 hours a day, even though I don’t play games online or make much use of chat.
Hang in there, Surbey - I’m rooting for you.
I use the internet as an extension of my own brain and knowledge. I’m too used to being able to immediately answer virtually any question I or anyone can come up with. If we’re traveling, we will by definition have questions about routes, history, restaurants, museums, points of interest, hours, etc., and it’s frustrating as hell not to have the answers right at my fingertips at all times!
You need to go into the woods for a few weeks.
Oh woe, you are all making me worried. Right now I have to be sorting out a move to a new flat and, idiotically, one of the things that has really concerned me is how soon I can get internet access in the new place. Yes, I seem to have spent more time worrying about my computer and about talking to telecoms companies than I have spent in actually packing clothes or books. Oh yeah, and food and stuff. And shelves and so on - minor things like that. A bad sign, you think? 
In my defence, I have got SO accustomed to being able to read a variety of newspapers online, plus, of course, one or two favourite message boards, check my bank account, oops, I mean overdraft, and all of that. I’m not sure whether one should feel really bad about it or not. After all, I can think of lots of people who would be a bit lost without a television or their favourite newspapers so perhaps those of us who are too tied to the keyboard are not bad really.
(Happy happy me, or happy enough anyway, 'phone service to start tomorrow in new house and broadband modem router thigny to arrive on Wednesday. I think I’ll live) 
I just moved recently, and was offline for almost a month. It’s amazing how frustrated and isolated it made me feel.