like crack (or at least what i think crack would be like)

My name is Laurie and I am a Twitter addict.

In July, I barely knew what it was (and I couldn't fathom how anyone would bother with a site that was just about reporting what you are doing. Did I care that someone was eating a sandwich or waiting for the bus?). Now I check it a hundred times a day.

I am obsessed with coming up with pithy things to say (in 140 characters) and I worry about my Twitter "peeps" when they are silent for too long. I even signed up for Qwitter, so I can be notified when someone stops following me (and find out which Tweet of mine preceded their abandonment). Then I wonder, "What happened? Was I not interesting enough? Not funny enough? Did I annoy them when I sent online (((hugs))) to a virtual friend?"

The first step is admitting that you have a problem, right? I'm going to turn off the computer right now. After I check one last time for new Tweets. Besides, it's not as if I send Tweets from my phone. Yet.

Follow my on Twitter! I'm lauriek.

Do you Tweet, too?

Chemo tomorrow, which should keep me off Twitter, at least until the Demerol wears off.