When you suddenly wake saying "Oh my god. Pableaux." wondering if a friend from New Orleans is safe, and it’s late at night, you can flip on the bedside light, grab the laptop and visit his blog to find out what’s happening.
And when the news is good (he’s okay) but also sad and bad (his city is gone), your uncle will send you a link to a page full of pictures of cats sleeping in ridiculous positions and you’ll find something that will make you laugh (Junior returns with the Sideways Sofa Snorkle Relax-0-Matic) and you’ll be able to get back to sleep.
Thank you, Internet.
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