We were going on day SIX of no Internet in our apartment. I've felt incomplete. Of course, it's hard being without e-mail, Facebook, blogs and Pinterest, but it's the random things that I want to look up that really felt strange. What's the weather going to be like today? What was the first Pez dispenser? Do you think the author of this book is a man or a woman? What movies are in the Redbox? What's the phone number of the Internet company so we can call and tell them our Internet is broken?
The guy just came and fixed it and I feel whole again.
My first instinct is to say, "Geez, it's so pathetic to be so dependent on the Internet." But in all honesty, I don't feel that way. I'll say it loud and proud, INTERNET, I LOVE YOU!