Infinite Ink

Inbox, inbox, have you any messages? Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, I'm all full.

There was a time when I dedicated a blog solely to my use of the Internet. Now that I'm moving everything to Iqra Writes, it's more about writing and less about Internetting. My Internetting has always been beyond just Facebook, but before I was all over the place. You name it, I was on it. (Well, almost. Now there are too many places to be for little old me to keep up with.) Now I have a bunch of newsletters arriving unread in my email inbox, waiting patiently to be marked as read and never touched again.

You would think, with all this talk of writing, I am writing loads. The truth is that I never even lived up to my own one-week 1000-word challenge. I don't play the blame game, and no use going on a guilt trip, so I am just going to go on a joyride and put the building blocks of my day together until they stick and make a habit of fitting together to form a good routine.

In other news, looks like I am finally going to live my dream of being a morning person. No more getting up fifteen minutes before my ride arrives. (In case you're thinking of anything cool, my "ride" is a rickshaw.)

I have a dream. Of 4G LTE mobile Internet. One day I shall get a 4G enabled phone. Hey, don't look at me like that. I am practically an adult by now. Living with my parents. Being paid for by my parents. Eating mom-made food. But an adult, all the same, as far as numbers go. So, I can have dreams like that. I'm responsible enough. I don't check my Whatsapp every five minutes. Honest. (More like, every time the phone beeps. But I have slots in the day when I put my phone aside and focus. Then when I pick up my phone again, I get the treat of unread messages to check. Good thing I consider it a treat so far. I know the feeling when a box full of messages becomes a yawnfest, but I haven't reached that point yet.)

What's your cell phone related dream?