So, about that whole “compulsion” thing…

So, about a year ago, I was looking for a way to blow some cash specific book at Borders, picked it up, picked up a few others, and then went to check out.  Well, you know how The Evil Marketing Directors like to put “impulse buy” racks near the counters?  They also put pretty books there, and I happened to pick one up and read the back, fell in love with it, found out it was the second in a trilogy, and bought all three.  After I read the books I originally intended to purchase, I cracked open the first one and didn’t sleep until I finished the third one.  (Note:  They really are that good.  Read them, NOW!)  One of my coworkers, however, said that I had this “compulsion” to read things until I finished them.  I couldn’t sleep unless I finished the book I was reading.  That’s how I read the first four Ender novels so fast: I didn’t sleep.

A few days ago I was wanting to read some new web comics after finishing the xkcd archives, and did a quick Google.  I came across this glorious comic and went to the archives.  It looked familiar and I read two strips before I thought, “Nah, the art’s all hella crappy, I don’t wanna read it” but then realized I thought the same thing a few years ago and the homepage didn’t have art that looked like that.  So I kept reading.  I was hooked at strip #3 and just kept reading.  It was well worth it.  But then tonight I came across the horrid realization, after discovering there were no more to read, that I had just read 1655 strips of ONE comic without stopping.

Seriously, someone get me some Ativan, stat!

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