So I am surfing away on the web at midnight when the browser announces that the WWW may be having problems.
"Did you type the site address properly?" it insolently asks me.
"Perhaps the site you are trying to connect is down." it rudely suggests.
"Yeah and maybe you are a *%^@$&!x*& of a browser," I yell at it.
My partner appears at the door looking very concerned, "Are you all right?" he asks.
"The net has gone down on me," I tell him.
"I wish I could get someone to go down on me," he says dejectedly as he turns and heads back to the bedroom.
He doesn't understand the Internet at all.
I look at the blank screen of the browser, " Now look what you have done," I curse at it through gritted teeth.
I inspect the modem lights, all on; DSL is functioning. "Oh why won't you work?" I thump on the key board.
"It's tired and wants a rest," says the voice of my darling from the bedroom.
"Yeah right. I pay enough for it not to want to rest," I shout back.
"Forget about it and come to bed," he wantonly replies.
Switching off the computer , I yell back to him, "I'm coming."
"I'm glad someone is," mutters the voice of my beloved.
It's going to be one of those nights.
I just hope I have enough strength.