Too much time on my hands
Things to do when the internet is down….
(Ball of tumble weed going through the room)
(Sound of crickets)
I don’t know what to do – at all. What’s the point of having a computer of the internet id down? Play with PowerPoint, add different sums on the calculator… oh what a wonder of possibilities.
It’s been 5 minutes… why won’t it just work…. I
guess this about sums it up. It is only when the things I depend on fail, that I truly notice how much I depend on them. What a cliché?! Who knew I had that kind of cliché in me this early in the morning. When I’m bored, anything I can come up with to keep myself occupied is wonderful. Not to mention it is borderline pitiful when I’m going through the 5 stages of mourning. I would list them off to you, but Google is on strike. All I can say for sure – I was mad, and now I’m negotiating and not getting anywhere. The information super highway is presently closed to me.
Of course, by the time I post this, I will be up and running on the internet, and I will be happy once again.
