This is your brain...without internet

Why would I ever be without the internet, I live with a network engineer, you ask? Well, that question answers itself.

I live with a network engineer.

My brother is a Mechanical Engineer. We lived together for 16 years. I am wise to their dirty nerdy little tricks.

“Fixing” “Upgrading” “Installing” are all words for BREAKING.

On day 2 of cohabitation, boyfriendface decides he is going to install some fancypants firewall shenanigans. I mean, whatever, what to do I care? Except that this allows him to completely invade my privacy and look at everything I am doing on the internet. What do I have to hide? My deepest darkest internet secrets involve hours on pinterest and shopping for things he has forbid me to buy because I am a compulsive shopper. It is a disease. Really. I think. But I digress.

His “upgrade” to fancypants life-invading firewall broke the internet in our house for 4 hours.

Four. hours.

This is how I usually feel about boyfriend:

 
Annddd after 4 hours of no internet:

Have I mentioned that EVERY SINGLE item of entertainment value, including the cable TV, is run through the INTERNET?!?!  As if turning on the TV was not complicated enough. But that is a whole other post.

Normally, I could live under such conditions, pretending to be pioneer from the olden days; however, all of my belongings are in boxes in the living room. Cruel and unusual punishment. I mean really, if he wanted me to go to the grocery store, all he had to do was ask.

In the end, I was very productive. Unpacked some things, organized some things, and like I said, went grocery shopping and made dinner. For hours I cursed him for breaking my sole source of entertainment but at the end of the night, I told him that perhaps he should consider “fixing” the internet more often.

I super hate when he is right. Especially without trying.