If you're reading this RIGHT NOW (the minute I post this) you probably suffer from a black hole addiction I like to call 'NightSlavery'. Sufferers of this all-consuming computer malady will find themselves saying, "Holy shit, I have to be at work in 4 hours," or "I'm supposed to be finishing up this freelance SEO contract, but am in the middle of a WoW raid*," or simply, "Goodform is on at the LoPub and I'd rather stay home and blog about not going to Goodform."
I'm a fucking loser. What's your excuse?
I'm a fucking loser. What's your excuse?
Computers are the cocaine for nerds, the solace for the unemployed, the family for the abandoned, the home of all who hate reality. Reality is a place where Winnipeg babies are not safe from murder and my rent just keeps on skyrocketing.So tonight, why not confide in a new twitter friend, eat popcorn while pondering iPhone diet tricks, drink a glass of wine with google reader and then fall asleep to a full pirated season of Weeds. Dream about baking brownies, wake up and do the whole thing over again. Eventually you'll forget how to verbally communicate, but hey, you might accidentally learn a new skill, launch a business, market your portfolio, network a bit... or just read thousands of webcomics until your eyes bleed. Either way, it's better than spending money on useless shit and talking to people who annoy you. Like bankers. I can't stand them, what with they're logic and planning and commitment to RRSPs*...
*NightSlavery symptoms:
- Considering playing WoW for the first time
- Rambling sentences that hate on tiny sectors of society for no explainable reason
- ...What are your symptoms of NightSlavery?
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