It’s weird not having constant internet access. The only time I have to write anything seems to be after midnight. And it’s near impossible to find some random’s wireless access late at night.

Today my mom was reading through a Collier’s from 1939 (found in my Grandma’s stuff). And she pointed out an ad for Sanka. Apparently (in the ad) the wife was not looking forward to a visit from a judgmental in-law. But she gave her some Sanka and the next day the cranky relative woke up and announced that she had never slept better! Thanks Sanka!

So she went out and bought them a car. Because of Sanka.

Isn’t it comforting to know that advertising execs have always been batshit insane?

I don’t know. It makes me feel better anyway.