I dreamed about it.

It was the first thing on my mind as I woke.

And now, and now I'm sitting here tellinb myself over and over, "Don't do it, don't do it, Don't do it. you have ponds of work to do, and only buckets to carry the water."

Confused yet? Brain boggled?

I'm refering to the online game, Literati, at yahoo.com. Scrabble my dear friends, competing against who knows who from across the country and the world. For this word hound it's become a sordid addiction. Keeping me up till all hours of the night, and waking me early with it's seductive invitation.

OIH.

So far I've done well, and I'll be turning the computer off as soon as I'm done with my bussiness here, not leaving it's flickering screen on to suductively call to me across the sitting room as I try to get my 2 selfportraits done/my progress reports done/ and my benchmark reviews done.