Hi, hello, internet

Part of having the internet is having a place where that internet is accessible via a plug in the wall, in this case a phone line, and we've chosen Sprint's DSL service, which connects to a wireless router, which makes us all (read: me) happy with its electromagnetic waves of internet goodness.

In my particular household, that plug in the wall lives in the middle bedroom, previously uninhabited, but now ("now" meaning after said internet connection was initially established) home to J&B, who chose that bedroom, what with its access to the upstairs, which they've converted to a quite-nice second living room.

Which means that I'm poking around at 2am with a flashlight in their bedroom, because HOLY FUCK THE INTERNET BROKE. And that wakes up B, who is too nice to be designated with a mere letter but hey, I'm tired, and who also suffers my internet-saving efforts with a resolve of a true house-patriot.

Which is to say: sorry, B. I'll try to fix the internet the following morning, next time that happens.