Step 61: Cry to Your Mama

Okay, not really cry so much as whine for drugs.

I don't know if Internet addiction carries with it symptoms of withdrawal, but if it does, I had them today. Which of course points to the sad fact that I feel like an Internet addict, whether or not I actually am. (If you think you are, you are, right? I dunno. /philosphy)

So, the story (it's not very interesting, but I'm gonna tell it anyway). Last night, around 11:30 pm, the Internet broke at my house. Now, for someone who spends most of their waking hours on the Internet, this was Decidedly Not Cool, and then for that same someone's waking hours to fall (generally speaking) between 2pm and 6am, that goes from Decidedly Not Cool to Really Very Not Okay. So, I did the only thing I knew how: I did the Unplug Things, Wait a Minute, Plug Them Back In and Hope Dance.

No dice. *eyetwitch*

At this point, I'd been without interwebs for about an hour. And my mind was a jumble of this: "BUT! MY BLOG! WHO WILL WRITE IT? LOLCATS DON'T CHUCKLE AT THEMSELVES! YOUTUBERS /NEED/ ME TO RATE FIVE STARS! AND WHAT ABOUT ALL THE /OTHER BLOGS/ I NEED TO READ?" I came back down to my basement cave feeling dejected. I tried reloading one more time just in case, and when still nothing happened, I went to bed. Sort of. I went and sat in bed and read until Toes decided it was snuggly time.

Cut to this morning. First thing I noticed was that I woke up at 9:45, and despite my best efforts to go back to sleep until a more reasonable hour, I could not. So I got up. Naturally, I stopped at Damien (my computer, yes, I named him, I'm not sorry) to see if he had reunited me with The World At Large.

He had not. So now, it's time to pull out the big guns. That's right, I didn't want to, but I'm gonna have to Make a Call. So, I call my provider. Their system is automated. It tells me that they are aware of the problem. Okay, Computer Lady, as long as you know about this, I am satisfied. For now.

As an aside: Do you know how much STUFF you can get done if you happen to be awake before 2 pm? A lot.

So, I bum around doing chore-like things until about 10:30, then I check my mom's computer. Nothing. That's it! I am Making Another Call, only THIS TIME, I'm pressing more buttons! This time, I choose the option to have them call me when the issue is resolved. Half an hour later, I realize that as patient as I /want/ to be, I need details. This time, I am Making a Call and Speaking to a Representative.

So I do. She was a very nice person, and when I asked for some kind of information on what the deal was, she told me that as far as she knew, the issue was resolved, and had I tried resetting my router again?

...No...

So I do the Unplug Dance again, and this time...HELLO INTERNET I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. Except now I don't have time to use you, because I have other Things to Do (namely decorating the basement for Christmas, as our family will be here Friday, and most of them will be sleeping down here).

So around 6pm, I start to feel really drowsy, then, out of nowhere BAM! migraine. That's when I commenced the whining. Something like, "Moooom? Would you get me some Excedrin, pleeease?" She did, because I never whine, so when I do, I Mean It.

Unnecessary Capitalization is Fun!

So, I take the drugs and nod off for about half an hour, and I wake up feeling less like my head is trying to tie itself in a knot, and more like hey, there is a dull achey pressure behind my left eye. My mother tells me that I did not ask for the Excedrin until about 7, and that I woke up from a sound sleep to ask for it. I was not aware I'd fallen asleep at all.

Anyway, long story short: my Internet went out, I had a migraine. Good day. :\

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