Patterns emerge
At last, I'm getting to the point where I can tell when it's time to go, and actually do so.
I know that it's time to get off the computer when I find myself sitting and staring at a window and don't remember what I was going to do.
I know that it's time to get off the computer when I find myself checking every email account I have; read every weblog, journal, and diary that I am in the habit of reading; and check every forum that I frequent in the hopes that there will be something new, and there isn't.
I know that it's about time to get off the computer when I finally get around to writing an entry for my weblog, my diary, or heavens to betsy, even my li'l ol journal.
Guess what time it is, kids?
I know that it's time to get off the computer when I find myself sitting and staring at a window and don't remember what I was going to do.
I know that it's time to get off the computer when I find myself checking every email account I have; read every weblog, journal, and diary that I am in the habit of reading; and check every forum that I frequent in the hopes that there will be something new, and there isn't.
I know that it's about time to get off the computer when I finally get around to writing an entry for my weblog, my diary, or heavens to betsy, even my li'l ol journal.
Guess what time it is, kids?