[m i a o w] the cat

I am an addict. How can I work on the most boring project in the world when I have unrestricted broadband access every minute of the day? I swear I have seriously thought of turning off the browser proxy settings to stop myself surfing. In fact, I did do this, but nothing happened, I was free to surf away. I would be profoundly depressed if anyone added up the accumulated hours of my life that have been snaffled by my online addiction. If our boat (name as yet undecided, current top three names = Velouria/Surfarosa/Seabiscuit) every ventures on a sail longer than three days I will then see how I will cope. I suppose I can always SMS people or send email through my PocketMail/PalmPilot combination. Yep. I’m hooked up. It’s getting scary.

Now I’ve whiled my day away and am drowning in guilt (and tomorrow I will have to come in early and work my butt off) I am going to have a drink with the chicks of CQ who are going to…oh dear…talk websites with me. It does not look like I’ll be deserting the cyber-world any time soon.