Let me paint a picture for you.
It’s eight o’clock on a Monday night. My husband has just gotten home from work, my kids are bopping around being crazy. Everybody is hungry, it’s time for dinner.
But I’m in the final round of an online writing competition and I can’t tear myself away from the poll.
Dice onions, refresh page, cut up peppers, refresh page, start cooking sausages, talk to friends about the poll, oh shit! I’m burning the sausages! Flip them, refresh page.