dear irene killed my internet.

My activities in a day without internet, sadly, consisted of:

-packing my life away in boxes-literally-as I'm going back to college in two days [update--no, I'm not. Because of dear Irene, I'll be moving in next week).

-texting weghewuojgkkwepgnwoebgw to my friend, who, in absolute pity, texted me back.

-skimming through all of the books stored in my drawer, despite the fact that I've already read all of them.

-reflexively pressing on the internet button numerous times only to realize that nothing would come up.

-going through my old elementary schoolwork to discover that English, ironically, was my worst and least favorite subject. And my writing was horrible. Teacher's comments said: "You never answered the question" and "Awkward" many times. If only she can see me now as the amazing writer that I...oh wait.

-playing Caesar IV on my PC. That was only because I couldn't find my Sims. Yeah, I know, not quite an improvement.

-reading William Shrunk Jr. and E.B. White's "The Elements of Style." A thrilling read I assure you. That part about dangling modifiers nearly made me orgasm.

-reflexively pressing on the internet button numerous times...shit.

-blowing into a flute that I randomly found under The Cave--a name that I gave to the space under my bed. In retrospect, I shouldn't have put my mouth on it since a) I bought it in Vietnam, a foreign country whose sanitation is something that should be pondered and b) its age is the same age as my youngest niece. The only difference between to the two is that my niece doesn't have mold. I think.

-putting my fingers on the keys of a piano that I haven't touched for two years. I sincerely hope my family liked my Chopin-inspired rendition of Mary Had a Little Lamb.

-reflexively pressing on the internet...nope.

-Dancing absurdly to "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine. And for that type of music, my dance consisted mostly of headache-inducing head bangs and contorted movements that, till this moment, I regret making.

-awkwardly sitting at the kitchen table with my family at 8 p.m. My mom and dad were lost without the ability to watch Fox News.

-reflexively pressing on the...damn.

I think...

...I need to find more things to do.