You have reached the end of the internet.
After getting all of my work done today, and wasting countless hours online (some of it may have been research too), I have officially reached the end of the internet. There is nothing left for me to do online.
And yet, I can't turn it off.
I'm waiting for a very important email. And a very important IM. And I can't possibly be expected to carry on my life until I have received them. I can't turn off the internet.
The internet is everything!
It is controlling me. There is no escape. All of my friends are inside of its mysterious labyrinthine webs. All of my work, the news, the rest of the world, it is all locked inside an 11x17" screen I hold in my lap.
And it is sucking me in and holding me hostage day in and day out.