My other Internet regret is based upon all the time I have wasted pursuing those minor wastes of time. Whether it is music websites, surfing, news browsing or just faffing abuout, I constantly wonder how much time I have lost when I could have been doing something productive. So for me it is an embarrassment that I have somehow become addicted to certain elements of the WWW. It’s tough. At least if you watch TV every night there’s a chance that you might catch a documentary or a science programme and actually learn something. With the Internet, the majority of it is a complete load of toss. So why do I come back? Why do I need to feel connected?
I don’ know. I just don’t know. Sometimes I find its pervasive quality very, very scary indeed.
Maybe I am addicted? I know the odd time when I can’t access the WWW I get a little tetchy, you know. But these feelings pass. I need a holiday. I need to get away from this LCD cyclops sucking my soul out through my sore eyesockets. Gah! Gibber! CROAK!

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