I’d rather live with it – with all its hassles and drawbacks and frustrations – than without it.
But the fact that I’ve been sitting on hold to speak with a live person for over 18 minutes, just to have someone try to tell me why I can’t connect to Internet Explorer is about to send me through the roof.
I realize it’d probably be healthy for me to “unplug” for a while. But, man, I’d have rather made that choice on my own, rather than my computer just getting all I-don't-want-to-do-your-bidding-anymore on me.
No Facebook conversations with my mother-in-law about where to get the final pieces of Seth’s Halloween costume.
No more Skype conversations with my mom, so she can witness, first-hand, Erin’s newfound skills of crawling backwards.
No more mass emails regarding a much-anticipated girls’ night out to The Melting Pot.
I mean, I’ll get this up and running eventually, but as for the moment….it’s just me and the elevator music.