Limited internet access for the last week or so has probably been good for me, especially since I’ve been reading and finally started getting to the gym again, something that slipped over the holidays.  The jolt to the system from going luke-warm turkey reminds me of what’s supposed to be important.

But on a borrowed connection this morning I saw this.  Even the worst addict respects quality stuff.  Maybe I can’t always hold out for the best, but I know it’s out there and I want it.

And to be candid, despite my good intentions, I like it when my addictions are enabled.  It helps me rationalize my own inability to say no.  So please feed the monkeys on my back, just do it with quality stuff.