I've come to a conclusion. It's one that many before me have reached, and I'm just a little slow to the party. And what is this grand epiphany? It's two-fold:
1) I have an addictive personality--to chocolate, screaming dill Pringles chips, books (I have at least 45 unread ones sitting on my shelf waiting to be read and all I want to do is run to Borders right now to use my coupon), blogs (they are like cocaine ... or at least they're like what I think cocaine is probably like), refreshing my email, social networking/online activities in general, etc.
2) There are not enough hours in the day to satisfy my addictions. The chocolate and the dill pickle chips I can manage (unfortunately) without too much time lost. (Now, the gym visit that should accompany such caloric consumption is another thing entirely.) The book buying (and shopping in general, if I'm being honest), typically only affects one or two days of my week. But the rest of the stuff, the things that I do on my lifeline ... er, I mean my laptop? Yeah, not so much. I sit down to "just check my email and browse the blogs," and BAM! It's two hours later and I'm almost late for work, or it's the next morning already and I have to wake up in 3 hours.
Right about here is where it seems appropriate to say, Hi, my name's Jessica, and I'm an addict." I've decided to put myself on some sort of restriction, so that I can get a few other things done--like work, writing, and finishing up our house. But the thing is, falling off the wagon is a legitimate possibility for me. Maybe I should get a sponsor? You know, someone to yank my laptop out of my death grip arms when I'm covered in sweat and convulsing on the floor and in need of just one more little hit.
Either that, or I need to talk to the time gods. Get a couple extra hours shoved in each day so that I can get things done that I need (and many times want) to get done. Or perhaps I just need a light dusting of time freezing ability ... Hmm. I think I may have something. *off to find the magical time fairies*