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Hi, I'm DixieGal and I'm an addict. (Hi DixieGal)
I'm weak. After the meeting yesterday, I continued to post to MR. Each post became more and more erratic and incoherent as the afternoon progressed.
Vowing to quit again, I left the office at 4:30. On the drive home, I told Tim about a few funny things I had read on here during the day. He told me not to get fired.
All evening, I kept looking at my shiny laptop sitting on it's little snack table next to the sofa. It was difficult, but I managed not to open the lid and push the button. Then, just as I became drowsy and was locking up before bed, my resistance faltered and I turned it on. Just for a moment. I only scanned the topics and didn't look at any individual threads. I held my breath and didn't inhale, you know, like my fave past Prez.
I feel so dirty.
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