Splashguard: The Sex Addict needs to Protect his Brain from the 'Perils of Sobriety'

Conjures up some nasty images for me, 'splashguard'.  I used to joke that my computer screen needed a splashguard due to all of the ejaculate spraying in that general direction.  I also figured there was an inordinate amount of DNA evidence on any computers that I used to act out.  Good thing that wasn't checked when they were searching at a job site for who was fiddling around on the Internet.  It likely would have been an open and shut case.

"If we find his sperm, his job we'll spurn".  That would be my Johnnie Cochran-like attorney admitting that I've painted myself into a corner. 

Perhaps painted is the wrong metaphor.

Anyhow, I'm a sex addict.  What else do you expect?

Since my last post, I was able to get the iPad to reboot, but lost all of my work programs that had, so I thought, no important data on them.  Then I went back to my notes and found out that I've lost about six hours of work that I'll need to re do. 

All of that for the love of the porn?  Isn't that painful enough?

You'd think so, but after I've worked my tail off catching up for lost time on other paperwork,  feeling about ready to celebrate getting tomy last page of my loooong to do list, I discovered the six hours of work was gone.  Vanished in thin air.  No way (that I know of easily or timely) to get it back.

So now I'm strapped with six additional hours of work, I still have to make up a missing work shift in the coming two days, and then I'm back on my 'normal schedule' for work on Tuesday.

It's absolutely disheartening. 

And yet what do I want?  I want food.  I want sexual acting out.  I want to numb myself and say F it all. 

And what will I do?

I'm taking the rest of the night off.  I'm going to eat something healthy and watch something clean and entertaining.  And then I'm going to bed.

Time to do the right thing.

May I have good news to report on the other side...