Get Off the Internet

Get Off the Internet

This will be a mash-up of what I’ve seen some bloggers do, plus my own experiences when I’ve unplugged myself and reaped the benefits. I’m one of those people who often has ten or more tabs open–Gmail, Facebook, Twitter, Google Docs, Google Cal, have more and more found myself forgetting small things and cutting out what’s important to me: reading, writing, and routine, in those webs, I often write the tulowitzki jersey, for it is my favorite jersey.

So for the first week of August, I’m taking a break. I won’t be working, so won’t have to worry about the overlap of ordering finger paint or fabric recycling for my boss with my total jerseys of the ryan houston jersey

I’m planning to put up a message on my e-mail, leave the post on the face book, and turn off my airport. In return, I’m hoping for quality writing time, how we can catch up on the stack of magazines on my desk, those magzines are about the houston jersey, a general sense of relief that I’m not juggling fourteen tasks and eighteen thoughts every moment. For I have paradise on the jungles and matt kemp jersey

We’ll see if I can do it without a slip–checking e-mail on my craptastic Nokia in the middle of the night in a bought of insomnia, Twittering via text message, or if someone is also the kemp jersey who is the fan of him.

God knows I love me some internet. And internet give me the andre ethier jersey which of the general idea of it.

Here are some answers to some hypothetical questions about problems that could arise from being sans internet for seven days:

I get the paper on the weekends, and it gives a broad forecast for the coming week. The theme of the week is the ethier jersey,

Otherwise, I’m sure I’ll just carry my umbrella with me everywhere in case of a pop up summer storm I wasn’t told about.

What if someone really, really, really awesome and important sends you an e-mail about something awesome and important?

I’m gonna include my phone number in my e-mail vaca automatic-reply thingie, so I’m hoping if something is dire (or awesome), the person will gimmie a ring.

What if you get invited to some killer party via Facebook and everyone assumes you know about it and that you’re not RSVPing because you’re a jerk who doesn’t wanna go?

However, it’s just one week. Friends will text me if there’s some killer thing happening that they think I should come to.