My computer had to go in for some work. I took it in on Sunday, the 21st, and did not get it back until Friday the 26th.
What did I DO for those days?
I read, I fretted, I tried to figure out what to do with myself without my adult, electronic -sitter.
How did I ever become so dependent on a machine?
I was lucky. I did not experience any symptoms of substance withdrawal. Perhaps that was because I knew that my drug of choice would soon be returned to me.
Or perhaps the fretting, the pacing, the wandering through rooms looking for SOMETHING to do WERE symptoms of withdrawal.
So, I must confess, I am a computer addict. Life without the internet is flat. The internet gives depth and texture to me.
YEACH!!!!!!
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