Are you a child soldier/child prostitute? →[More:]
When someone is screeching at length like the world is ending about something relatively trivial, this is pretty much what is running through my head if not out my mouth-- and it never sounds as dismissive or damning as "first world problems," which you only hear from the most idiotic of hypocrites-- because having a public tantrum because you do not have what you wanted right now should force you to carry clean water to cholera victims.

But, seriously, you take someone who has lived at the edge of survival and you get them use to high speed internet/processing, they get at least as frustrated when it disappears. And sad, so very sad.

If I installed a duck fat spigot in your kitchen, let you live with it until you took it for granted, and then took it away: the world may not have ended but you might dearly miss the days of endless on tap duck fat.

Oh, how I missed you, hyper functional processing and communication, you lovely duck fat spigot.

I'll fix your auto correction problems tomorrow. For now, we will make many potatoes.

Quick summary: I really missed being able to do things with a click. I never completely take it for granted, but starvation is the best seasoning and the internet is magically delicious.
Really. Magic. In the time it took me to write that last sentence, everything i've been trying to do for a month is done. Just. Like. That.