I'm online a lot. A lot.
I work out of my home (when I'm not touring) and most of that time I'm either actively online or it's there, in the background, humming away (well, I imagine the hum. It's the anticipation that one of my friends from around the world will sign on, see me, and say "Hi").
Some of the people around me roll their eyes in a benign contempt - a sort of "Well, OK, if you call that a life" look. It used to bother me. It doesn't any more.
I check my e-mail almost obsessively and get an almost physical reaction when there's something in my Inbox that isn't an ad for Debt Reduction or a Larger Penis. (It's not that I don't want less of one and more of the other - just that I don't have confidence that some spammer in the Phillipines can show me the way to either).
When I'm writing, or doing any of the myriad monkeywork chores that constitute the "business" side of what I do, I'm always alert to incoming e-mails or friends signing on. It's my equivalent of wandering over and sitting on the corner of someone's desk in an office, wasting my time and theirs. Not great for business, but it lifts my spirit.
Funny, but I do get a physical reaction from a larger penis. Amazing, that.
Sorry to be so ... base ... in my first comment. Truly sorry.
Posted by: Jodi | November 12, 2003 at 02:33 PM
...After all those years of believing that size does not matter (sigh)
Posted by: Humblebub | November 14, 2003 at 11:41 AM