Work Text:
Internet Blues
by Pirate Turner
"Finally," JD muttered as he deleted the last E-mail from his mailbox. He glanced at his clock. He still had a few minutes before he had to head in to work, and all his chores were done. He refreshed his mailbox.
His brown eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw that he had thirty-six new E-mails. He threw his hands up into the air in defeat. "I give up!" He punched the button to shut down his computer, swearing that he was going to give up the Internet but knowing full well that that would never happen.
The End