Addicted

I love a lot of things: beer, cake, things with crowns, jewelry. But I could live without nearly all of them. It's the technology that has me hooked.

When my laptop died a few weeks ago, I felt like I'd lost a—I can't believe I'm saying this out loud—lover. With my heat being on the fritz for the past four days, and my old G4 iMac in such a pathetic state (I'm afraid to restart my computer, which has been sitting here needing a restart because of of a software update two weeks ago), I've felt like I've been living on edge.

Today, I logged in to Apple and discovered that my laptop was in diagnosis stage. I checked it again a little while later, and there was no change. But late this afternoon, it moved to a pending delivery phase, and I got this little flutter of excitement in my body.

It's been so cold here that I've been wearing the same clothing all day and night, adding and subtracting gloves and coats and hats depending on the room I'm in and what I'm doing. So any sort of physical excitement was welcome.

But should I get such a thrill out of the knowledge that a computer has been fixed?

Honestly, I don't think I'm such a freak. It's my job and my recreation. Some people have TV or video games. Those are the freaks.


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