So, the internet

Some people might think I'm addicted to the internet. I would say that is a perfectly preposterous claim, but when I venture too far from this artery of the world, everyone gets mad. Well, mad might be a bit too strong. People are vaguely disgruntled when i do not respond as quickly as I could.

In America, it seemed as though you couldn't do anywhere without internet. We complain about slow internet, stupid internet, internet explorer (but I repeat myself), but the thought of not having internet at all is a little bit strange.

Not having the internet for two weeks is called vacation. Any longer than that and you find yourself vastly out of touch with the world and everything that is happening. I miss whole trends on facebook and imgur. Social movements rise and fall, public figures embarrass themselves, revolutionary steps are taken all in the blink of an eye, and I just decided to take a nap in the middle of it all. Why would one want to miss all of that?

Because. I don't have internet. Also, the bread museum.

Does this look like greatness?

What about this?

Dang straight, it does. This is what I went to look at today instead of internetting. Sadly, I didn't get to eat any of it. I did get to go to a restaurant where it took an obscenely long amount of time for the server to bring the bill. So obscene that we just left the money on the table and bounced. That's right. Bounced. Hippity hopped right on out of there. We left a tip, though.