Doggone internet days

I hate these days when the internet is down. It literally zaps the life out of my fingers, and I refuse to do anything. Except stare at the digital clock on my desktop, willing it go a tad second faster. Or play Hearts and Freecell. Or compulsively move folders on my account. Or manually copy an article I've already finished so people would think that I'm working or something. Or read other people's articles through the local connection.

And then I get jealous of their writing style and I feverishly type away on my keyboard at 54 wpm.

I begin...

Only to be interrupted by the blinking computer icon, signaling the start of a renewed surfing connection :)