Sex, Drugs, and Tweets.

If it’s not one vice, it’s another.

I feel like a monk…who’s just been caught masturbating.

Last week, I caught myself literally sprinting from the bathroom to my computer. Checking my email for the thousandth time that morning.

“That’s it!” I told my girlfriend Chanterelle, “I’m not going to be an email addict anymore!”

A policy was set that night:

1. Email auto-download must remain off at all times.
2. The “Get Mail” button may only be pressed twice per weekday: once at 10am and once at 4pm.
3. No incoming email on weekends. As for outbound, I can only send things like thank-you-notes.

Sound harsh? I needed it. Believe me.

But…

…in the interest of full disclosure. I am ashamed to admit that one vice has been switched for another: While my email efficiency increased dramatically (I now process roughty 100 messages in 15 minutes), I seem to have redirected the need for constant “checking in” to two other web time-suckers.

Can you guess what they are?

1. Twitter
2. Web stats

For instance, I know exactly how many people have viewed this blog today. This is healthy. Not abnormal. But now, I know when someone views the page just moments after their page finishes loading. I’ve become a stats junkie!

So. What’s next? Do I ban Twitter.com and StatCounter.com from my computer screen? Do I install Firefox plug-ins that enforce limited access to these sites like LeechBlock?

Nay I say. I must make my projects so enthrawling for myself, I don’t have any time left to waste.

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