I’ll be honest: the second after I hit “publish” on this fifth and final blog, I’m high-tailing it to Pinterest to spend the rest of the night catching up on the cupcake recipes I’ve missed over the week.

I would like to say that this experiment has made me realize the value of the real world, the importance of keeping one’s own company, the joy of sitting in reflective solitude instead of watching the news flash by on a glowing computer screen. Instead, it’s made me want to give my mom a pitying hug for her deprived childhood of typewriters and phone cords.

Scratch that last one–phone cords wouldn’t be a problem. My cell phone dies so often that it’s usually attached to the wall, anyway.

But typewriters–typewriters! Those immobile metal contraptions that have no spell check, automatic word count or Safari icon; those inky beasts that forced students to take notes in the library instead of searching for sources on the World Wide Web; those unforgiving, white-out-slurping boxes of twentieth-century typists! How did our parents study without the billions of resources that are now just a Google search away from our brains?

Perhaps I’m a little obsessive about checking my email. Perhaps I’m easily distracted by the articles that pop up on the New York Times and Washington Post websites. Perhaps my Pinterest addiction will someday land me in the hospital for a cupcake-picture-induced imaginary sugar high.

But even with those eye-catchers and time-wasters, I’m more productive when I have unlimited access to technology than I am when I try to substitute an actual dictionary for merriam-webster.com. To prove my point, let’s have a race: you go find the word the word I name in the nearest dictionary while I look it up online. Here’s a word that aptly describes my Week Without Technology: vexatious.

“Vexatious: causing vexation; troublesome; annoying.”

Thanks, Internet. That’s why we keep you around.