I have had an obsession with the Internet for at least ten years. It's almost impossible for me to stay away from it. When I've been on cruise ships, I ante up for those precious ten minutes. When I was in Paris, I paid, like, whatever a half a Euro is, per minute at some bleak little Internet cafe and struggled with a French keyboard.
Honestly, there have been times when I've gone to extreme (for me) measures to break the jones. Turnoff the PC, which is a big deal because The Big Guy takes forever to boot up. I've set a timer and left it in another room so I would have to get up and walk away from the computer when it went off. I learned that it will eventually stop chirping if you leave it alone.
Obviously, none of it has worked.
Recently, a very nice, used, serviceable, stripped down IBM Think Pad has come into my possession. This is like opening a vein, sticking the needle in, and letting the morphine gush right in.
My usual moving-to-bed time is 9:30. Last night, I was up until 11:30, watching "The Longest Day" on hulu.com. This is bad. But it feels soooo good.
No. Wait. Just another five minutes. Just another five.
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