My computer and me: a psychoanalysis of a deeply wired relationship

Consider this: At work my desk has two computers, a PC and a Sun, between which I shuffle all day and where I do all my work. At home I've got a desk top and a laptop where I do most of my play, email, surfing, blogging etc. I don't own a TV or DVD player- the occasional movie we download and watch on our widescreen laptop monitor. I don't own a photo album- all my pictures for the last 5 years have been saved on my harddrive (backed up on CD, don't worry) so they're only visible on the computer. I own a pretty impressive amplifier and multi-disc changer, but haven't touched it since I got an iPod because it's so much easier to just plug it into iTunes and play on these measly speakers. I don't get any newspaper or news magazines mailed to my house because I see no point in paying for hard copy subscriptions when everything is available online. Even the phone in my house gets little attention because so many people have skype. In short, I am chained to technology, completely dependent on the computer in almost all aspects of my life. This isn't some science fiction nightmare where machines take over humanity and enslave their users; this is the everyday life of an average American. As much as I believe that technology enhances life in immeasurable ways, it's also beginning to get to me. Like any addiction, you want it, you need, but you hate it for not letting you live without it. I'm at the point where I want to rip out the guts of my CPU and turn it into a handsome rectangular flower pot, maybe plant a Chinese tree in it. Then I want to use my laptop as a trivet for my crockpot, because lord knows I make a good chulent and what would suit it better than a thousand dollar trivet to place it on. I don't care what becomes of my computers, I just can't bear the thought of likely spending the rest of my life in front of these blasted machines. Maybe going camping for a few days in a no wi-fi zone would cure me. Oh, and of course, the mandatory vacation... Shabbos. TGIF!