What if a bandit came and disconnected my internet. Here is what my life would like like. . .
*peacefully void of checking my email/blog/facebook to see if anyone cares at all what I have to say about the world
*I might possibly have curtains on my children's windows because I chose to be creative rather than checking aforementioned sites. . . of course I'm not sure how I'd learn to do that if I didn't have the internet
*My house might be empty more because I'd find more ways to get out of it
*Stories written, edited, and submitted. . via post I guess. I write much more effectively when there isn't fun stuff to click on for distraction
*I might not have made broccoli soup, which is sitting. . uneaten in my fridge. http://www.allrecipes.com/ really let me down on that one.
But alas. . no bandit has come, and I don't think they will. And so here I sit, trying to find something wildly distracting on the internet to keep my mind clear of things I'm trying not to think about. It isn't working. So, I guess I'm going to have to be my own bandit. Signing off. (until tomorrow)