I am addicted. There, I said it. I am addicted to the Internet. I love it. I love the pos­si­bil­i­ties, the over­whealm­ing quan­tity and depth of infor­ma­tion you can find, the ease of access, the diver­sity, the avail­abil­ity. I am known to watch the news and pick up on some­thing I dont really know/understand and then spend the night read­ing about it. I will not even go into all the wierd things I have dived into and all the var­i­ous infor­ma­tion I have filled my poor head with.

Dont get me wrong. I enjoy this. I derive a lot of plea­sure from all of this and that is why I keep on doing it. Over and over…and over…and over. I spend my nights here, read­ing. For exam­ple last night, after cut­ting a set of lovely old vic­to­r­ial style paper dolls sent by Grandma from the States, I was curi­ous (and this is how it starts) and went on a lit­tle explo­ration on paper dolls when the kids were down. And there went a few hours. And it was fas­ci­nat­ing. It also reminded me of my child­hood — I had very few „toys”, but a friend and I built this whole place out of paper and cut up peo­ple from mag­a­zines and used them as paper dolls.

Its all good and dandy. What is the prob­lem, you say? The prob­lem is that not much else is hap­pen­ing once I plop on the com­puter. My night slides away before I know it and I have noth­ing to show for it, but a few odd ball bits of knowl­edge. And I have known this for awhile and still do it. It has become an addic­tion that  I have lit­tle con­trol over. So the answer is withdrawal.

I can­not stay away com­pletely, as I keep a few very impor­tant social con­nec­tions online. I also have to work on some web­sites and things. I have decided to limit my online time to 1 hour a day. This should be ok, but it brings for­ward my inde­ci­sive­ness in regards to this blog.

I have been think­ing for months now what to do with this place. I need to either drop it or to grow it. Its in no man’s land at the moment. Its hap­pen­ing, but not really. I had plans to bribe you all with some­thing crafty, so you give me some feed­back about what you think could change, what sub­jects you enjoy the most and so forth, but since my nights are taken over by my addic­tion, the crafty thing never got done. The ques­tions never got asked. The place never got changed.

I am still not sure. Maybe when I am enjoy­ing all this free time and doing all the await­ing me projects, I can write about that and every­thing will be happy dandy goo­gly moo­gly. Or some­thing. Maybe not.

Yes, I am mum­bling. I am get­ting anx­ious at the thought of lock­ing my free range Internet explo­rations. It will be alright. No, I am not nib­bling on my fin­ger nails. No, I am not. It will all be just fine. Just fine.

Just fine.

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P.S. If you want to see some of the inter­est­ing paper dolls I found last night and I guess make my night a bit less wasted, check these out:
Paper Goodies — heaps of dolls. Most for pur­chase, but some free ones. Well worth a visit
Japanese Paper doll — a beau­ti­ful doll to print and assem­ble
Connie Frances Paper doll — seven pages of clothes and Connie Frances doll to print
Vintage chil­dren paper dolls — a few pages of beau­ti­ful dolls to print

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