Serious Addiction

I am going to go public about my addiction. I have terrible cravings. I get cold sweats. My hands have tremors. My mind won't focus, and I am constantly wondering where my next fix will come from. I don't keep appointments and show up late for family gathering. My house work gets neglected and my laundry piles up. The mail and the bills are gathering and I think I am getting cut off notices.

I don't sleep, my eyes are bleary and I think my nose is running. People are starting to notice and have been whispering behind my back.

Yes, I am hooked! And I am not going to quit! I will continue to find a way to feed my habit! No intervention for me!

The wonderful, wacky, inane, witty, lively, amusing and entertaining world of Blogging has me in its' throes! I find my self on my laptop all hours of the day and night. I read all my favorites blogs then all their favorites blogs. I sit for hours gazing at the lovely flowers, beautiful birds, and gorgeous gardens. My mind goes hazy as I dream of how to incorporate them into my garden. I write down names of plants and check out their zone tolerance. I Google bird names to see if their habitat includes my area. I add a comment or ask a question. Then, I go back to see if I've been answered. And this is just the morning routine. It all happens, again, at night and some days at noon.

I have my camera at the ready at all times verging on the fanatical when it comes to keeping spare batteries and an extra memory chip. I watch for signs of spring as I do my shopping. I check out birds as I am driving, craning my neck to see what is flying over head. I wish I had my sunroof back! I spend hours at the window staring at my bird feeders waiting to get that perfect bird picture. I curse(yes, I've said bad words)the zoom feature for not getting close enough.

My thoughts are not my own anymore. I am constantly thinking of things to post. Could I do a whole post on the flying creature I thought might be a hawk? No, I didn't see it clearly much less get a picture. And I am sure I wouldn't now its' name anyway. Could I do one on the new bird feeder I bought, or the new garden gloves? Maybe, I could take pictures of my dead and dying bushes that have some kind of blight. But I don't remember the names of those bushes. I could always do one on the fact that I am so disorganized.

I have tried to quit. Even with company here, I still managed to sneak a peek while taking a bathroom break. When we lose (God forbid!) power and Internet connection and I have to go Cold Turkey, I've held my laptop outside to see if I could pick up a stray signal.

Alas and alack! I am an addict, a junkie... habituated, fixated, obsessed, hooked, compulsed and fanatical. Thank you, no, I don't want cured!