Rehab

Thanks to fundamentalist procrastinator for introducing me to Amy Winehouse. This is a hot song and video.
Amy Winehouse- Rehab

That's where I'm at. Using a chewed up pencap to carve the days I have left on a cement wall. But I made it...to day 18. 22 days left. The reason why internet things are so addictive is because they provide these temporary highs that we habitually look forward to. Over and over again. Till we can't go without. I think I read somewhere that sometimes when we see anything from a new e-mail to a comment on our page our brain releases dopamine into our blood stream. Dopamine feels good. We strive to recreate that feeling. Different things make us feel good. A smile, money, webpages. Whatever works. I think attention in general makes us feel good. Whether some of us like to admit or not. FB was the perfect way to stall. It used to be music but once the song is over so is the trance but then the constant need for useless information about people I knew and didn't know wasn't the easiest to snap out of. So I quit. And people used to joke around all the time about being addicted to the thing.
"Do you check facebook (or myspace) the first thing in the morning?" check
"Do you brush your teeth while refreshing the page?" check
"Have you gotten mad at a friend, family,or significant other over something on facebook (or myspace)?" check check check.
I don't even want to know what myspace would do to me. I think everybody I ever met in my entire life is on that thing waiting to add new drama to my life. But it would be kind of cool to see what some people are up to. Whatever it's better than being on crack.22 more days.