Well, at the end of classes (I don't do time... two weeks precrash maybe?) I was completely addicted to the toast. It consumed my brain, my conversation, and my time.
I failed to turn in a paper, ignored my roommates, ate less often, didn't ride my bike, and postponed potlucks all because of the interesting conversation held by you lovely people. Damn you!
but all is well.
My professor gave me an extension, my roommates don't hate me, and I actually got some work done when I was away from the internet.
Only drawback? All that time I spend on the toast: destroyed, gone, lost forever. I spent hours giving my two cents to intelligent conversations, felt like I was getting something accomplished... and I come back to evidence of my toasting existance severly diminished.
There was actually a happy response to my previous addiction post. It was brought up elsewhere as a BTA (BeastToast Anonymous) thread, and it made me happy.
I will whine until I get it again
