I have successfully avoided the lure of t’internetz for most of today. I have gone over one of my thesis chapters, made changes. Sketched out the conclusion. But then the internet knocks on my screen, and puts stuff like this in my face:
And then I can’t help but look at The Literary Gift Company‘s website. And then I start to browse. And then I start to covet things like this:
And about a hundred other things they have for sale.
Must retreat to the other, computer-less, side of the house and bury my nose in a book. It may turn my brain, but it will save my bank account. (And if it’s a thesis-related book, it might also prove useful. You never can tell.)
I really didn’t need to see that website. I think my credit card just whimpered in fear.
Tell me about it… I’ve had to physically remove my wallet from within reach.
Wants me the tote bag!!!
Me too! And some of the t-shirts. And some of the mugs. And some of the jewellery…!