However, instead of writing, one rainy Saturday afternoon I find myself googling that song from the eighties by Owen Paul. Like you do.
And on the same topic I offer my favourite ways to waste time:
People of Walmart - I just love them.
Twitter. Eavesdropping and gossiping at the same time.
Property porn. I can sometimes be found skulking on estate agents' websites. Not that I have house envy, just to check...
What's for tea? Recipe surfing. I think the first books to die will be those by Ramsay, Lawson, Smith et al. Now I just bung a list of what's in the fridge in the Google box and see what's on the menu.
Keeping up it trendy. We need a new word for the disappointment felt when you discover the trending topic name is, in fact, a footballer you don't care about. But if I didn't check I might miss something.
The Daily Mail. Don't approve, don't trust and know what their game is. However, that doesn't stop me going there...
Ebay. So cheap it doesn't count as shopping and I might not win the auction.
Vital statistics. Not vital at all, but that doesn't stop me loitering in Google Analytics.
Making discoveries. Finding a site or blog post that makes me say "I bloody love the internet". Then promptly forgetting about it.
Finding work. Finding work is all very well, but I don't have enough time to finish the work I am already commissioned to do. Must stop.
Snacking. Oh yes, can't work while eating, can I? Fridge here I come.
Prowling. Probably just as well I don't have colleagues in an office. I can be found in any room in the house, especially while on the phone. Often I take a baby wipe with me and rub at fingermarks.
What are your favourite wastes of time?