…of the SDMB.
<random voices around the room: “Hi, ThelmaLou.”>
If I’m near my computer or kindle, I’m powerless to resist checking in. I do it all day. I do it first thing in the morning. If I wake up during the night, I check in on my kindle. While I’m sitting up in bed.
Fortunately I’m not yet at the End Stage where I feel compelled to post on every dadgummed subject on which I have an opinion (and I have an opinion on everything). In fact, I often write out long replies and then delete without posting. Is that a hopeful sign?
The constant mental stimulation, flow of ideas on every subject under the sun, humor, wit, wisdom, trivia, stupidity, and utter humanity that constitute the Dope are like catnip to me. I have three cats, so I know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen it happen to them. It’s only a matter of time until I fall into a writhing stupor, rubbing my face in the intoxicating green stuff, biting, licking, eating it, until I pass out in a puddle of my own herb-laced drool.
<Snaps to-- looks up-- blinks>
Maybe I need A Life. I retired about a month ago. Don’t have to sneak peeks at the Dope while at work any more. I can keep an open container (as it were) on my desk all day, if I feel like it.
The other day my internet was out for about five hours. I read a book. It felt good. Then I started to get the (mental) shakes. I managed not to check out the SDMB on my phone… but just barely. I contemplated going to Starbucks or McDonalds for the wifi, but didn’t. Just barely.
They say admitting you’re powerless is the first step.