Addicted

Ok...you know you're addicted to Facebook (substitute with Orkut, Hi5, Tagged...) if you have a flight to catch at 5 in the morning and right from midnight to 3:30 in the AM you're responding to people who've tagged you sexy, hot, pretty, gorgeous, gasp! and so on....can't be impolite to them, can you. So you think you're just being (very flattered and...) well - mannered. After all, there's a reason why you got an education and a to-die-for upbringing! You suddenly realize that's not the only thing you've done in the last 3.5 hours...you've also opened the Facebook inbox in a new tab, along with photos - on which you're commenting, applications - which you're editing, The Birthday Calendar - You DO have to maintain relationships, really!!!, all in proud little tabs of their own ( I use the magical IE 7) THAT'S when you know you're addicted.

No? OK...How about the fact that you haven't packed yet, you haven't had 40 winks (it was Sunday after all...who sleeps on Sunday?), you have a flight in 2 hours and a LO-HON-G day looming up? How about that you're dying to go eat something (What do you mean you've NEVER heard of hunger pangs at 2:30 in the dark AM?) but don't step down coz it might mean missing out on a chat?

Still not convinced? How about if I remind you of the fact that the last hug you received was "thrown" at you by one of your facebookers from across the globe? Or even that the last plant you saw was actually a tulip beseechingly sent to you by L'il Green Patch? And oh, that you last 'spoke' to your favorite cuz by writing on her "Wall"?

D&^%...just realized...I've been writing for the last 3.75 minutes...better get back to the other screen...who knows what someone might have written on my wall, thrown at me, bought me for how much money or worse still, won more points than me by being there?...