When the cat's away.....

...the mice will play! And play I certainly did! Last night. Till 1:30am. On t'internet. On message boards. On 'messenger'. On pacman. Gah, I need help. I'm addicted! I've always known myself to have an addictive personality (I don't just want one handbag, I want the same bag in each colour, I don't just want one packet of Doritos, I want an entire 6 pack, I don't just want one glass of White Grenache, I want the entire bottle, I don't just want one pair of boots, I want them in black and brown.....I could go on, but I'm sure you get the picture!) but it would appear that having unlimited access to the world wide web has taken my addictivity (no it's not a word, but it should be) to a whole new and unprecedented level. And with no Ricardo to distract me (he's in Wales, with teenagers, gorge walking or similar...total nightmare) I was unstoppable.

Spare time is a funny thing, isn't it? When I'm at work, I fantasize about how if I had spare time, I would spend all day cleaning and washing and ironing and tidying and go to the gym and spend house browsing the soft furnishings department in John Lewis. I'd eat healthily and read mind-broadening books.

And yet, when I have spare time, such as today, I manage to accomplish bugger all. (That said, I have managed to purchase a lovely curtain pole for the living room (yes, from John Lewis) and have coffee with my mama, so it's not a total waste of the day. However, it's 15:02 now, I could certainly fit in a visit to the gym before the evening's festivities kick in. Think how much better I'll feel once I've been, think how virtuous and righteous I shall feel.

But you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll still be sat here in an hour, ensconsed (sp?) in cyber-space. I'm concerned I'm becoming a fully-fledged nerd, and perhaps more alarmingly, damaging my eyesight! Specsavers here I come for those cute little Red or Dead numbers, in brown, and - given my aforementioned addictive personality/ addictivity - most probably black as well!

Help!