Hello, Internet. It’s so nice to see you. It’s been awhile. That’s because my wireless at home rarely works anymore, I think so that when it does work, I can be impressed and grateful. It’s nice of my ISP to remind me that I should have more gratitude for things I pay for, when they actually bother to work. Thank you!
You might’ve guessed by now that my Internet is currently out of service, and if so, you’d be correct. This means I’m writing this post on my phone. I don’t need to connect to the Internet with my laptop, because I have an iPhone. This means I don’t have to make myself look publicly acceptable and venture to a Starbucks to use their wireless and write my post. Nope, I can sit here on my couch in my pajamas with my phone, tapping out a post with my thumb, like I’m writing the world’s longet text message. Ain’t technology grand?
Of course, the problem here is that I’m sitting here on my couch in my pajamas, tapping out this post with my thumb, like I’m writing the world’s longest text message, and it doesn’t take very long to get tired of that, especially since I am not the most patient of people, and I can’t stand writing texts that are much longer than “Ok, see you later.” (Please note how, despite my aforementioned lack of patience, I don’t descend into text speak. I’m not a barbarian, after all.)
Speaking of texts, I’ve ignored a few since I started tapping this post. That’s because I’m dedicated to my craft. What is my craft? Writing meta posts about the act of writing posts on a small handheld device. Except I think I’ve adequately covered that topic, and I’m not really sure where there is to go from here.
I get points for writing this on my phone, though, right? I mean, I’ve written more than 300 words already. Are you impressed? Ok, I’m not either. But still.
So, I’m just going to put this out of its misery, with my apologies for stealing a couple of minutes of your life you can’t get back. Sorry about that.
You know what I was going to write about? I was going to write about how it’s a full moon now, and I used to be able to look up at the sky and be taken in by the moon’s beauty, but now that I work in a mental health clinic, I look up at the full moon and think, “Damn, it’s going to be stupid in the office tomorrow.” It was going to be funny and enlightening. Probably also brilliant. So, think about how it might’ve been, and have a great weekend.