I'm Baaa-aack!

So it was ok the first day or so. I kept telling myself that I could get along just fine without it. I mean, I had lived over half my life never using it, so what was a few days? Then my fingers started twitching. I began to plot how I could go over to other people's houses and use theirs. I predictably had a million perfect blog topics, none of which ever lasted longer in my memory than a day or two. I tried to convince myself that my life was better without it. I had a sneaking suspicion that everyone was having fun without me.

I am talking about Gina with no computer. My friends, it was beyond pathetic. I now have a tiny inkling of what it must be like to be a crack addict. I pined, I moped, I tried to keep myself busy doing all the things that I normally should be doing when I am instead typing on the computer. It was a dull and listless existence.

One of the only downfalls of free computer help is that you cannot exactly demand that the person helping you drop everything he is doing and work on your computer. Now. Yesterday. Damnit, when IS he going to work on the thing? But we came back from our trip on Wednesday, and I got the computer on Friday. Not that bad at all. I am quite aware that I am a huge, whining ingrate.

The internet hackers tried to take me down, but I am back better than ever. Really, it was nice in a way to take a break from writing. It was the first one I have taken since starting this blog, and I now feel the creative engergy flowing, whereas before it was ebbing a bit.

Seriously, my friends, you can't get rid of me that easily.

Comments

Piece of Work said…
Oh, we've missed you! Welcome back!
9:04 PM
Melodee said…
I missed you desperately! Glad you're back!
9:20 PM
Suzanne said…
Whew. Things just weren't the same without you. We missed you. :)
7:19 AM
Heather Plett said…
Welcome back!!!
8:03 AM
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