I just did my first Skype last Friday and its still sticking with me a bit. The best reason I can come up with is it usually takes quite a bit of planning to see someone that lives twelve hours away and I prepare for it over the course of the travelling. The expectation and excitement of the build up culminate in the joy of seeing your friend after so much time apart. Skype, however, feels like the first person to hear someone's voice over a telephone. A long time ago a friend of mine suggested we Skype and I never acted on it but having just experienced it I most certainly think it could become addictive. It's the same old issue as ever though-my day starts at 345 and ends when I go to bed, around nine. In the meantime there's work, commuting, picking up Carson, dinner, dishes, and relaxing with my family for less than an hour, and then bed. There's no time to Skype, pursue hobbies, etc. I've always detested people saying they don't have time. You have time to do whatever you choose. However, my time is down to the nitty gritty, unless you want to Skype while I drive!
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