The worst part of working an 8-to-5 contract at the customers' site: the withdrawal symptoms.

I'm starved for information -- no news on the latest political scandal, no humorous quips from commenters at my blog, no spam mail to remind me of my existence, my status in the virtual world.

Spam mail, after all, is the child-beggar of the internet; if one is forsaken by even the smallest of beggars, one must be a beggar as well, or non-existent.

I think of things to write constantly, a stream of data flowing in and around my head, now dispersing into vapor for lack of a temporary repository. 

My entire day feels like it's spent at arm's length, observing cooly through the eyes of a writer, disengaging me from whatever I'm physically charged with doing.  Everything is viewed from its blog-worthiness: to blog or not to blog?

When will I reinsert myself back into the stream of reality?

And when will I master my addiction?

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