When I worked in a soul destroying cubicle for a big fat corporate Mergers & Acquisitions company, the Internet saved my life and my sanity. Without it I would’ve stabbed myself with a paperclip. And every day I read every single recap on TWoP I would think to myself, “What did people do before the internet? How did they function sitting at a desk all day with nothing to do?”
Now I work for myself, at home, and thanks to the years I spent at that office job, I have a list of favorites three miles wide. I probably waste like 5 hours every day on the internet reading blogs and message boards and compulsively refreshing to see if somebody commented on my oh so witty remark.
I’m seriously contemplating setting up a workstation in the dining room with the laptop that isn’t connected to the Internet, just so I can get something productive done every once in awhile. How am I supposed to write my great American novel if every freaking time I sit down to write I spend a hour reading to see if anything changed while I was actually out living my life.
I knew people got addicted to internet porn, but never internet content!