It's Thursday morning. You take a phone call, and while your client is giving you an update on their listing, a bolt of pure white lightening strikes your brain with a STINKING BRILLIANT idea for a blog. No one's posted ANYTHING LIKE THIS before, so you flip over the pressed paper coaster from last month's vacation at the shore, heedless of the cup thereon, and furiously scribble notes on your INCREDIBLE MENTAL CLARITY. With a flourish, you capture the last unique concept, heedless that much of what you've written is a bit blurry from the spilled coffee. Certainly, you'll remember all salient points when you craft the final masterpiece. Only now do you realize your client has hung up on you. Now you have time to clean up the coffee.
It's Sunday morning. You broke your left ring finger skiing yesterday afternoon, and it is splinted. You blog anyway, enjoying the distinctive click/tap each E, D, and C make. Naturally the number 3 is problematic, but it's a prime number that not many people use, anyway.
It's Sunday afternoon. Your daughter, a sophomore in a magnet program, has a paper due by the end of the week and needs the computer for research. Too bad; So sad.
It's Monday evening. Your keyboard is now missing the "o" button, which fell off when you pounded it in a moment of exquisite AR passion (you are right handed, thank goodness). You blog on, "o-less", using the zero key instead.
It's Tuesday afternoon. You're finished writing the 7th offer from that awful, picky, namby-pamby buyer, knowing it will never be accepted, and you're running late for your son's soccer tournament. Oh well, traffic will be bad now, and the thing already started, so you just hop on AR to check what's new. You arrive home after Leno's monologue. Your son's team was cut after the second round, anyway.
It's Wednesday evening and you've got floor duty. While blogging, you get a call from home that your good friends and neighbors' (three doors down) house is on fire, and they're at your place. You finish your post BEFORE going home because (a) SHE'S always gotten on your nerves, (b) these things can take time, (c) you're fairly certain their house is down-wind of yours, and (d) THIS post you're crafting will be FEATURED; you can feel it in your bones. You log off and start home, but decide to log back on, just to check your points summary. Hmmmmm....you're a mere 20 points shy of 81,000. You open up to the first group on your list and comment briefly on something, hoping you've not yet exceeded 10 today. You go to your home page, hit the "Reload" button....eyes rivetted on your total, which doesn't change. To make sure the points have been captured on your total, you go back to the county page and scan to see if you broke the 81,00 mark, which should put you above that irritating Realtor with the 20-year-old picture, who's only working part time now, anyway. No wonder he has the time to blog.
It's very early Thursday morning. Your neighbors are sleeping on your floor, so you tiptoe between them and scoot over to the computer. You don't want to wake them because they might need the computer for something, like emailing family that they're still alive, or cancelling credit cards, or checking their insurance policy, or some other rot. It's early and you forgot to put your contacts in, but since you're here, you log on to see how many hits last night's STINKINGLY BRILLIANT post has received. You can see a few listings, but can read nothing. You tiptoe back through the neighbors, put your contacts in, then tiptoe back to lovingly linger over each word of response, and to check how many more hits you received. You'd like a cup of coffee, but you dare not make that much noise. Besides, the smell might wake them up.
You check your email account to see how many responses you've gotten to last night's blog, and all the other blogs you've commented on. When you're done reading them all (reading most of them twice, and responding to each so your comment total grows and grows and you stay at the top of the group), you hit the "Refresh" button to see if anything more has come in. When it hasn't. you hit the "Refresh" button again, just in case the last attempt was simply a drive-by glance and not a REAL push.
You tiptoe to the bathroom, and don't flush because, while you were in there, you had another moment of TREMENDOUS MENTAL CLARITY, and have another post to draft. Back to the computer to begin, but first, you hit "Refresh" again. Nothing. Ah well, most everyone is still sleeping now....in Alaska.
I'm not an addict: I don't wear contacts.
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