On how I could spend 40 hours a week surfing

A couple days ago, I found an online community for women with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome called Soulcysters. I spent hours reading other women's stories and how they were dealing with "our" disease.

Yesterday I loaded page after page of information in preparation for our trip(oration) to Californication. Californimation. Californaration. (Did you get the variation? varimation? varication?)

Today I joined blogfrog to participate in cjane's online live chat. Crazy experience, but I loved it. A fast and furious, try to keep up kind of communication (don't worry, I already beat that dead horse). I even clicked away at one point, reminded about how I have other things to do, and then like milkshake up a straw, it sucked me back in...

Mmmmm. Milkshakes.

Anyway, I have decided that I would be perfectly happy spending my 40 hour work week just surfing the web and getting paid for it. Will someone please pay me for that??? Really????

The expanse (of the web) is tremendous, and full of useful information, even more so, than may I suggest Charlotte's Web???? (I know, I am shocking today.) You could get lost in there and never be able to wheedle your way out!

And to think, three months ago when we got the internet in our own residence, I was so very nonchalant about it. Nah, I won't use it. This must be what people experienced when they got a telephone in their own home. They probably felt special that they had it (finally!) but didn't know how much they would use it until things like ward lists got passed around and it took off like wildfire. Wildfire I say!

But there are so many interesting people to talk to and listen to! And cry about! And pour my soul out to! Online therapy with strangers! And my mother told me not to talk to strangers! Bah!

So now, just for today mind you, I will lend my willing ear to others. I will listen to your problems, nod my head knowingly, and cry when you cry. I will do this today because you have done it for me. And because I fully intend to fly right back to my self absorbed rambling after today.

But right now, I am yours... Eat your heart out Dr. Phil!