A constructive discussion between the missus and I enlightened me to the fact that I had become a workaholic.  Which was surprising to me because I had never had a problem separating work and life before.  But as I commented on Tom’s piece about the insidious nature of entrepreneurship, I realized that I no longer had that mental work/life barrier to cross.

As soon as I left the office in my previous life, I ceased to care about the ordeals within the 9 to 5 (partly aided by my refusal to carry a Blackberry).  But now, from the minute I wake up till my second or third round of REM sleep, I just want to qrisper all the time, qrisper all the time, qrisper all the ti~ime~!

Problem was, amidst the stress and planning involved in creating my own business, and without the weight of other people’s money propping me up (yet), I was enjoying this life a little too much.  I mean, to create a product using only your brain and a few appendages, that’s some hot stuff right there!  If I wasn’t tempted by modern, materialistic goods, I’d be a carpenter right now.  But alas, I like shiny things.

Anyway, as soon as I became cognizant of the monster that I had become, all it took was a little self-control and a bit more planning to transform from qrisper mode into whisper mode, if you get what I mean, wink wink.

Yeah that was pretty gross.