… is that it’s addictive (I’ll watch/surf over to/play five more minutes/one last site/one more level) and before you know it three hours have gone by and it’s past midnight and you’re still watching Battlestar Galactica and your eyes feel like they’ve been sandpapered and all that lost time is just ashes in your mouth.

Or maybe I’m the only one who gets overloaded on the Internet/TV and end up feeling bad about wasting my time afterwards.

I still go back for more, though. Ugh. I never feel this way when I do something else self-indulgent, like tinkering with a story or crocheting or drawing or playing the piano. Or even reading. It’s just lots of screen-time that does it.

I’m glad we don’t have any TV, but we just got a gift subscription to Netflix *tremble*.

Time to write revise. I need to balance unproductivity with something useful. *grin*