I know so many of you were torn up on the inside, wishing and hoping and thinking and praying that one day, I’d write again.
Maybe your moments to yourself, or your internal thoughts were characterized like so:
But now… NOW… I have the internet at home again. It’s like I’m a whole person, instead of a little tiny piece of dried apple, mango, or pear.
Thanks internet stick (from an unnamed company because I don’t want want to be an advertiser [It sure as hell aint BELL though *finger up* ] ), you’ve opened me up to whole new realms of productivity.