Just One More...

Click.

I should just shut down for the night. I had promised myself earlier that I was going to go to sleep at a decent hour, not stay up late for no particular reason.

Click.

Yet I find myself in the same place again: Staring at my inbox and wondering if there was even a slight chance something would appear, like magic. Even a random email from some list I subscribe to. Even that would be acceptable.

Click.

Still nothing.

Click.

I switch to Facebook, staring at the list of people online, then looking at my inbox, hoping to see that glorious little number that said I had a new message. Still nothing.

Click.

Over to another website, clicking through all the options, checking to see if there is anything new. It only takes me three seconds to devour the minimal new content that was of interest, then I look at it in consternation.

Click.

Really, I am going to log off and go to sleep. I am. I promise myself that I am.

Click.

Looking at the instant messenger, I wonder if there is anyone I would want to talk to online. Of the people online, is there anyone I could message, just to say hello? Truthfully, I am fairly certain that no, none of them are people I particularly feel like talking to. If they were, I would already be talking to them.

Click.

I swear this is not an addiction. My excuse is boredom. It is, to some extent, a lie. There is a perfectly good book sitting beside me, and I know when I do log off I will start to read, at least for a little bit.

Click.

Still nothing in my email inbox. For a moment I consider writing an email, but I can't think of anything to say, or who to say it to.

Click.

Fewer people on Facebook now, and no one seems to have added an amusing status, or new photos. Don't they know that the entire purpose of the site is to give me something to look at?

Click.

Really. I'm going to go to sleep soon. I'm not going to check another website, just to make sure there is nothing new.

Click.

I could write something. I had thought about it earlier, maybe even gotten an idea. It wouldn't be that hard. I feel restless though. I want information input, specific to me. Writing is output. I'm not sure I can really concentrate.

Click.

Still no new email.

Click.

No one has signed on to the instant messenger. I nearly message someone just to say hello. But the conversation would only last for a message or two. I really don't have anything to say.

Click.

Last page. I promise myself. I really am going to... wait. Is that? Am I right? Could it be?

Nevermind.

Click.

 

The End

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