Blogger's Anonymous

I have an addiction.

I have entered the "acceptance" phase. I freely admit my obsession.

Yesterday morn, our internet connection was down. I tried all I could (with my limited knowledge of the hardware side of things). Main Man, my computer guru, sleeps an hour and a half later than I do in the mornings, so for an hour and a half, I twiddled my thumbs.

How sad is that?! I am a grown woman. Surely I could think of something productive I could have been doing. Why did the world have to stop because I could not get the computer to work?

When Main Man got up, I nonchalantly told him about the problem - as I attempted to conceal the shakes I had begun to experience.

He called the Internet Help Line (Guess I could have done that.), and within fifteen minutes or so, all was back to normal.

Only one problem with that - I had to leave for work at that point. GRRRRRRRR!

No time for a new post. No time to visit friends' blogs. No time to comment.

By the time I got to school, I was a wreck. Luckily, the distraction of maintaining crowd control on the second last day of school helped, and I was too busy to let myself experience severe withdrawal symptoms.

All day at school, though, I periodically checked for comments on The Books Nook. Why? Good question. Why would anyone comment when I hadn't written anything new?

Once I got home, I thought about posting something new, but I was too antsy and jittery. It seemed an impossible task to focus long enough to finish a sentence, let alone a full entry.

All evening, my temper was short with the boys. I yelled at the dog. It was not a pretty night for my family. Good thing Main Man was out with some friends; there could have been real trouble had he been home.

I went to bed nursing a splitting headache. Luckily, I slept like a log.

I seem to be over my funk now. Do you s'pose that's because I'm finally getting my fix?