Spoiled

Lost my internet service for a week. If you wanna know how spoiled you are with your little "First-World Problems", try going without the 'net for more than a day or two. It's both stupid and funny.

I don't watch TV. If the TV is on, it means someone else is watching it. I used to, but I like having control over what I see and TV just kind of throws things at you. The only other time I might watch TV is if something "big" is happening that I think I need to know about or sports. There is something very soothing to me about listening to someone call a game or other event (the Kentucky Derby comes to mind). Otherwise, if I'm home alone, the TV is off.

Radio in western Oklahoma sucks. End. Of. Story.

So, I have the internet. If I need to know about something, I can Google it. I keep my food and exercise logs online. ("Keep" being a relative term.) I blog and talk to my friends on Facebook and keep up with the bands I like on Twitter and the fitness folks I like on YouTube and I clean the house to Pandora.

Last week was hard.

I did, however, make some big hay with my novels. Still sanding them down to make them smooth. Soon I'll be able to move Novel Three from the analog to the digital world and I've already started writing scenes from Novel Four (which will actually be Novel Two, chronologically).

I've been forced to go without the internet several times since we first got it. Once the withdrawal period is over, you get used to it and find other things to fill your time. I'm just spoiled rotten and I want my 'net. Damn it.