I can’t tear away from my computer and I realize:  

I’m seriously addicted – to my computer. 

I go through rakes of smokes. 

I will die, eventually.

I’m going through a peculiar time. 

I seem to have nipped it in the butt

so there’s little hope of it going too far.

It seemed I was quietly and methodically going insane.

It would never have occurred to me, the nightly forays

into cyberspace armed with six-packs and cigarettes,

good humor and the understanding “my party friends are in space.”

Except I saw myself one long, tired night. 

Yes, not the sinking ship approach of a morning’s filthy ashtrays

and smelly friends with hangovers lying on the couch

and beer bottles ladled out on every table. I found

excuses for staying home and, begrudging the lack of invitations

I could turn down, cranked up the friendship level on chat. 

I can venture out if I want, it’s not too bad,

but the vampires that suck your blood at the bar

don’t go down that well with beer. I also drink and drive.

Another addiction from which I haven’t fully recovered. 

You remember how popular I was? I carry that with me wherever I go.

However, that said, there’s little new.

Just me and my computer.

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