crisis

Submerged in a widening city of blogs, I can blow an entire day jumping from link to link. How much guilt for every minute spent away from work, for every "free" mp3 download? Used to be that "if you can't find it in New York, you won't find it anywhere" ... well, it's now the internet. The hardest thing to do these days is to click "close" on my browser. Is there rehab for this addiction? (Or a virtual prison, for those, uhm, unprincipled Akon-to-Zemlinsky downloads?) This is just wrong.