Originally posted by mechanic

you misunderstand me my dear, 'tis not my brain that is in need of calming remedy, 'tis but my petty fingers that cannot stop using a computer.
somehow the whole time i'm not asleep or with my courting partner, they crave to type my thoughts, fax my documents, write my music and kill my enemies.
I have even started earning money with my PC.
dont stop these fingers now, there are gunna make me a mint one day.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at their PC keyboard.
"'Tis Batfink," I muttered, "tapping at his keyboard--
Only this and nothing more."
This thread as been a hoot...please, continue with my blessings!