Oh, I miss IRC...
Some people like me are creative while on the crest, and looking for sympathetic company and virtual cuddling while on the sine of a bipolar disorder wave. Now I think I'll have to visit my shrink again so he can give me a prescription. That's not going to be cheap, specially considering I never gave him the AccentuateNegative's phone number that he wanted.
It was so much fun to be chatting live with some of the celebrities of Stripcreator! (sigh)
The only threat I perceived there was for my eyes. I didn't like the white background. After a few hours of chat, when I turned off the computer and went to bed, I felt like a dazzled moth, seeing a rectangle shaped lamp glow for several minutes until I fell asleep. That happened even when lowering the contrast and brightness of my monitor and using a screen filter. I even tried painting the screen with black paint and scraping a little area in the middle with a palette knife, but that didn't work either.
In Requiescat Chatem (199? - 2004)
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