It was a classic addiction: prolonged frustration, occasionally rewarded by a briefly glowing fix of achievement. When you put it like that, I guess I have ano

It was a classic addiction: prolonged frustration, occasionally rewarded by a briefly glowing fix of achievement. When you put it like that, I guess I have another addiction. I've been sitting around waiting many a year for someone to finally just say to me, "You don't really know what you're doing, do you?" So that I could reply, "That's what makes it fun!" The frustration caused by it is probably why I smoke so damn much, though. Oh well, better frustrated than bored.