AIM ceased to work on my part of the stanford campus sometime this afternoon. when it went, it left a huge gaping whole in my heart. i was forced to actually do work and go to class instead of obsessively (or is it compulsively?) checking away messages.
now, hours later, i’m feeling a little bit freer, a little bit lighter, as if a great weight has been taken from my back. although, if i did it again i wouldn’t stop cold turkey. serious addictions are not to be toyed with and we’re all lucky i didn’t go drown myself in lake lagunita.
