Cloudberry is a highly skilled migrant.
It happened right here, this morning. I realized I was done peeking at all my regular internet stops, and the thought of standing up and getting on with my morning was just too unpleasant to bear, so I tried desperately to come up with more sites to look at, to quell how unhappy I was about confronting my “real-life” options.
In a way, I think I do that on a slightly subconscious level all the time. The internet has become a drug, though one that has very few side effects… or does it?
Kthxbye.


