What is it with Sundays.

Why do I feel like sitting by the computer all night doing a great amount of nothing when I know I have a great amount of important tasks waiting for me tomorrow. Why do I feel like watching a whole anime series when usually I just feel like watching maybe one or two episodes. Why do I feel like trying out twenty new games that I didn't even find entertaining earlier. Why do I start building a new city in Sim City 3000 only to momentarily throw it away because I really don't feel like working with all those power lines and other boring necessities of a functional modern enterprise, only to once again start building a new city a few minutes later with the motivation that "maybe it'll be fun this time". Why do I start playing a new FPS game only to discover that I can't get past the first level, then read a long walkthrough on the game, and still stop playing it before finishing the level I now know how to finish. Why do I browse through galleries of images. Why do I watch videos on YouTube. Why do I move over all files from my "albums" folder to my "lyrics" folder only to discover that all the files I moved already existed as duplicates with different filenames. Why do I do what I do without doing what I should be doing. Does this make any sense? Am I making any sense? Is there any sense in making sense when I'm blogging because it seems like the only method of justifying my otherwise needless actions?

I would say Amen, if I didn't not say so. Why? Goodnight.

There have been times when I felt like I should tell the online populace that I'm out of here, that the net has just overwhelmed me, it's been too much to me, and I'm leaving. But it's not like I came here to stay, that I settled down, created a new family and built a house and now I'm suddenly forced to move away from this house and the family I cherished so. The Internet is more like that cafe I can take a walk to once in a while, that lies about a kilometer away from my house, that provides me either various forms of intake, communication and exchange. When I know that I feel like posting a blog that I'm leaving, it makes me feel like the net is an addiction, that I can't handle it existing without me being there every second of the day. It makes me feel as if I have a real life, or I have a life online, and that there's just nothing in between. It shouldn't be like that.

I should be able to blog when I have time, chat to people online, and still maintain a solid offline existence. Isn't that what I do? What do I do? Have I become so caged in by the world wide web that I need to free myself of the leash and run astray for a while before I once again return to my cage and post a blog stating that I'm back, or that I've once again settled down online, with a new family, and a new house to live in, if only for a short while.

Nah, I may be leaving the real world eventually, but I'll always be here, my house is built with bricks so big it'll take a thousand years for them to wither away completely and my existence online be forgotten, even if I don't blog for a few days now and then.

I wouldn't blog.

Uno and Bankrutt, Bob vs Andreas, first to 100 wins, the final score ... 100 - 93 ... me. ;)

Didn't win, bummer. If I did, you best believe this post would've been longer! ;)

Entered a design contest today, the grand prize being a whooping $35. Spent about half an hour on the vector you see below, portrayed on the fifth page of the topic. Think I'll win? The possibility exists. :)