I recently found my diary from February/March 1998. This was (just) before I was dating Frans, and the last entry is from March 23 in Harare, Zimbabwe:
"This afternoon I tried to read my email. However, Hotmail appears to experience enormous demand between 4 and 5 pm, so in half an hour, I was able to read only 2 email messages."
Oh, my God, I am so OLD!!!!
(The bright side of the story is that Frans and I would prolly never have dated, had we not been young way way back in the time of bad internet connections and excruciatingly slow servers: The only reason why Frans visited me in Zimbabwe was the fact that I called him when he was bored, and I only called him because the long email I had written got lost through my shitty internet connection...)