Live through the weekend unplugged.
Blast through your pile of nearing-sentient dirty laundry. Burn through your sketchpad with lead and ink. Rip out and chew the rest of that book with your mental chomper. Pay off your sleep debt. Soap up and wring out that welcome mat to find a clean version of your dog. Have real people dinner - no, I’m not talking about cannibalism, you sicko. Sweep your floors and scrub your sink.
But steer clear of the Interwebs and all its time-sucking glory.
So no Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Tumblr, WordPress, Youtube, Blahblah, MoreBlah. No video streaming sites or listening to music through the great network. No food picture posts. Nothing. Nada.
Your one exception: your phone - emergency calls or texts.
Think you can handle it?
Godspeed to myself.