Every day I sit down here to work.   You know, like perform functions for which individuals will pay me.  That kind of stuff.  And every day I get so bloody distracted!

The end of the day sneaks up on me, and I swear and mutter – and promise to do better the next day.

It’s kind of like this, it’s kind of like telling me, “Hey Lisa, I want you to go to that party – you know the one where all your favorite people are, whom you dearly love and enjoy – and I want you to work.”

Work?  What?  I can’t work.  I have got emails to answer, message boards to visit, and communities who need my input!  There are people from the east coast to the west, and even some overseas – who are depending upon my particular brand of merriment!  Don’t you know that?

Yeah.

Wonder if I could set up ‘Lisa-locks’ on my computer, instead of child-locks?  Like on one computer, I am free to do as I wish, but, on this other computer, the only access I have is to my blogs and to ChaCha.  Period.

Who would keep me from sneaking onto the other computer, though?

Hmm…