Life Without the Internets

…is pretty boring. And stupid-making. Not being able to Google up any esoteric bit of knowledge I require is… frustrating, to say the least. I have been able to fall back upon my antique paper Interweb, ie, my reference shelf, about some things, but by and large… eh. Guess I didn’t need to know it that badly.

I’ve started upon a new writing gig, but this one won’t be gobbling up two years of my life, which is a good thing, but then, it won’t be paying me for two years of my life, which is a bad thing. A little acting thing I’ve been working on will come to fruition next week, after which I’ll have more time to not surf the Web.

In short, it’s like a lot of points in my life: work rushes in to fill a vacuum. And if it’s not work, it’s a solitaire game called German Patience, which, I assure you, is the work of the devil.