Temptation

Wednesday. The hold my bank placed on the student loan I deposited is lifted today. Four thousand dollars (that, theoretically, is already spent) is mine to spend. Glee surrounds me as I climb down off my bed and under it to access my computer. I turn on the screen. What greets me is delicious. The night before I had started some large video podcasts downloading, so the machine was left on all night. At midnight it began. The tracker in my Firefox browser started loading three to four new tabs an hour. I sat down, the thoughts of all the money I now have grew from a quiet song into a roaring cheer. I scrolled down the page until I found the play button. I clicked and then sang along. Get out the way, we got a Woot Off! We're pigging out down at the Woot Trough! Ain't gonna stop until the Woot Off is Done! ... Woot.com, home of the unwanted, overstocked, and refurbished, had unleashed a flood of toys. How can I resist? How can I walk away from the web now? I was planning to get an oil change today! What if the Bandoleer of Carrots appears? I need a bale of cardboard! I cannot pass up a bag of cats. No, I cannot leave the computer for the two hours it would take. What about class? I must got to class! I can't miss it. I missed yesterday because of this fever! And the forums! They're magical during woot-offs. Humor abounds! Lol-cats and other amusing images come out of the wood-working. Money I can't afford to spend is heating up in my pocket, threatening to burn my leg if I don't free it. Class assignments that are screaming to be finished are pulling at my conscience. Breakfast is calling my stomach. It has become the perfect storm, and I've only just woken up.