People PAY for it?

According to my Dad, for a monthly fee, I can apparently get my own home internet service. But oh how I'd miss the glamour. I had to move my car tonight (Monday parking zone - detailed parking anxieties in SF Metblogs) and decided to cruise around to find an open wireless connection. Ended up parked outside - Cafe Lo Cubano. Listen, I just don't WANT any damn coffee. I just want to write.

It's odd that I consider myself kinda lazy and sluggish, b/c apparently I can't sit still for long. Like through an entire movie. Over the past few days, I've watched 4 and haven't sat still through any of them. I was making quiche, doing laundry, paying bills, cleaning the kitchen, taking out trash, making mashed potatoes... I just can't SIT. I felt guilty that I wasn't at least online writing, but didn't really feel like lugging my laptop over my shoulder down the street - so since I had to move the car anyway, here I am. I tell you - I kill many, many, little tiny helpless birds with one small stone.