Bird flu? Pah......

I was unsuspecting. My life had been plodding along quite nicely when it happened. An evil, life monopolising force took hold and I am now well and truly trapped within its unforgiving, relentless grasp.

I have started bidding on things on eBay.

It’s like a drug. I don’t even have access to the tinterweb at work, but that’s not stopped me bothering my girlie to check an items progress. Poor girl is only trying to get her work done, but she can’t as I’m emailing her or phoning. Or both. I need to know my items progress. Even if (god forbid) I were to loose the auction, or it were to go beyond my financial means I know I could cope. It would be a dent to my ego, but I could cope. Despite this though, I’m still acting like a loon. I need to get a grip of the situation and calm myself down a little.
If I saw this advert in the paper I’d brush over it and maybe phone up, when I’m ready. EBay to the possession driven human is like a slab of steak to a Tiger. It’s beyond us to be rational, it dissolves down to raw animal desire. When I look at the other people who have bid I look at their names with contempt and hatred. I’m angered by their cheek. This is my damn item, back off.
I think it should be recognised as a genuine illness. Ebayitis it should be called. And the cure?


TURN OFF THE PC AND BACK AWAY!