My Name is David… And I Have A Problem!


So they reckon this is the first step! Admitting you have a problem. Well, I think I’m ready.

I got up this morning at 7:30am, Yil has discovered the most efficient means of waking me up, and it comes in the form of a 39kg rottweiler and death by licks! So anyway, Yil headed off to work and I got my stuff ready to ride into work, planning on getting in around 9am (it’s about an 1 hour ride)… instead, I arrive at 11:30am! 

It’s at these times when it grips me! Like the hands of a giant, fingers entwined around my two thumbs, drawing me to the green light. I resist, I resist as much as I can, oh mama, but I’m weak, and before I know it, I’m in the bean bag. A simple trip to my study to get my riding shoes becomes far more sinister.

Minutes turn to hours, just one more “task” turns to one more, I become more craned, more slumped over, I keep looking over at the wall clock, reassuring myself that it’s not really “that” late. Like the limp body consumed by voltage at an electricity fence, I have to use mind, body and soul to pry myself away from it, the little grey box. It’s a battle I have to win, but I’m losing.

I know I’ll beat this, I feel I’ll regain control, I hope to take the Stracci’s stronghold in New Jersey very soon… oh no, it’s coming again…


Comments (2)

  1. Timmy says:

    You know Dave I’ve been taking shots at you all week via the comments here but what can I say – I told you so 😉

    http://timwragg.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-much-splurgin.html#links

  2. Just over a week ago I made it to the big 25! For some that will conjure up old memories long forgotten