I’m trying to follow my own advice in The Off Switch. It was good advice I think. Even a broken clock tells the correct time twice a day.

So my laptop sits on top of a set of drawers. I have to stand to use it while I’m writing this. And I don’t take my phone to bed at night. I don’t look at it before I’ve been for a walk in the morning, or done a few other things.

It’s strange how difficult it sometimes still is to pull myself away. None of it feels particularly comfortable yet, even though it’s been a while. It’s almost as though I’m addicted to Screen Life.

Surely not?

But I definitely feel better when I’m spending less time being infantalized by Dominatrix Digital. Though she doesn’t like it when I refuse her commands.