Or perhaps you are someone (like I assume most of you are) that need the internet to correspond with family, update them in your oh so interesting blog, or perhaps just tweet or buzz. Maybe you like to watch TV shows on the internet. You could be someone who browses for new music or articles to impress your friends with your awareness. But you could live without it for a while or make a daily habit of going to the local coffee shop or bum it off your neighbors when it shows up.
But let's say that you are a person on whom depends almost entirely on the internet. You do your school work on the internet. Not just turn things in, but connect with different servers and download huge files. You also have your job on the internet. You create websites for people (ranging from CS departments to Semi trucks) and get paid by the hour. It would be hard to stay at school all day, say, when you have a wife (or husband) who is wishing to see your face. But you can't go home, because the internet doesn't exist at home. Perhaps most of your life and work is there, hidden away from you on the elusive world wide web. If only you had internet access.
The point the this long winded Imagine moment is to say, we don't have internet at home anymore. We were sharing with one of our neighbors when she up and moved and we didn't know until our internet didn't work. Quite a shock. I bet you can guess what category our family fits in. Well it has been an ordeal. We are making it through alright I guess. I spend my Friday nights hanging out in the Computer Science building basement with Jamison as he works on homework and other projects. It's 3 am right now and we are still here. I never appreciated the comfort of my couch fully until right now. The whole of my lower half is numb or all tingly from the effort of moving. Food isn't really allowed in the computer labs so our main substance comes from Cheez-its that we smuggle in and whatever we find in my purse (gross I know, but a person can do gross things when they are desperate) Woe is me!
But pray, do not pity Jamison or myself. Instead, donate to our vending machine fund. We will think of each and every one of you when we open a bag of Cheetos or Sun Chips (as we are trying to be more healthy). We will savor each Skittle and sing praises to the person who sent us $.90 in our time of desperate need. Until we find ourselves together,farewell my dear friends.
well I can tell it was a 2am post and that the Cheez-its have taken their toll. Still your pleading does not fall on deaf ears and I would love to donate 90 cents to your cause, but as it costs me 100 cents to send it from Canada, it seems counterproductive at this time. You'll have to settle for "images of skittles dancing in your heads, sent by one who loves her dear kids." Good memories
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