Lost hours

[ladyofastolat]

It all started so innocently. Little did I think, when I made that first, casual, light-hearted dip into the shallow waters of this vast sink, that it would end like this. I thought I could control it. I don't even remember now what prompted that first little dabble, but I thought that was all it would be - one quick hit, and then I would walk away. But one hit leads to another, and another, and another. It has its good points, of course - oh how it has good points! The mind is expanded. The doors of perception open, and all things in the world are revealed to you. But the dark side... Oh, the dark side! One hit leads to another, and another, and another... and time flies without you noticing it, until you emerge much later, blinking at the wreckage of another day that you will never live again.

Curse you, Wikipedia!

Comments

[evilmissbecky.livejournal.com]

Bwah! I know that feeling. I've learned that I should avoid looking at the sources listed for the articles. That's where I get into the biggest trouble. One link leads to another...

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I was stupid enough to follow a link to a list. I can't even remember what I looked up first, but it took me to a list of UK natural disasters, which took me on a fascinating jaunt through sixteenth century sweating sickness epidemics, to various floods, to various distant volancoes, and so on.