Email Withdrawal Derangement Syndrome

BYU’s server, through which I do the overwhelming majority of my emails, has been badly acting up since late on Sunday.  I’ve had some access since then, but only for brief periods.

We used to live happy and fulfilling lives without the internet.

This is pretty much how I remember the way life used to be:

It’s difficult to picture that now, though.  When my email goes down for even a short while, I become irritable, nervous, and depressed.  I fell incapacitated.  Wounded.  Oppressed.  Cut off from the world

Curious, isn’t it?, how products we’d never previously imagined soon become objects of powerful desire and, very shortly, basic necessities.

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