I sit here alone,
my thoughts my only company.
The box beckons,
tugging and pullin at me.

I resist the box,
as if my will were strong.
I walk away,
yet come back before long.

It's a contest,
a battle of the mind.
I don't need the box,
what will I actually find.

It stares at me,
I look away.
It calls me again,
but not today.

Without hesitation,
it takes my hand.
Fingers begin to type,
moving as fast as they can.

Before you know it,
I am here.
On this Damn JSH,
drinking a virtual beer.

mike, i feel your pain man! you know how addicted i am to this place. it's like a second home...

Here, here, Mike! I'm right here with you, man! Sad, isn't it? We really need lives! LOL

Gee, Mike....I have no idea what you are talking about....I live here on this site...it isn't my second home.

Therapy Is In Session

Is that what this is 'Therapy'??????.......I thought it was an addiction I needed therapy for..