The internet is exactly like wine. It is wonderful most of the time, but best when not over-consumed. Then it becomes a black hole. My list from yesterday was going so well...until the internet happened. I called my mom (and left a voicemail). I wrote some letters (and didn't send them). I ran hard (at the end of the day). I even spent time with with Madison as she colored her fuzzy posters and I cut out cards. The day was mostly a success until I binged on the world wide web. I think I will start turning off my computer. I said that once before, but I mean it a little more this time. Except for now. And when I clean out my inbox. And when I double check my bogus spelling.