You Know You're Addicted to the Internet When...

You kiss your girlfriend's home page.

Your bookmarks list takes 15 minutes to scroll from top to bottom.
Your eyeglasses have a web site burned into them.

You find yourself brainstorming for new subjects to Google.

You refuse to go to a vacation spot with no electricity and no phone lines.
You finally do take that vacation, but only after buying a cellular modem and a laptop.
You spend half of the plane trip with your laptop on your lap.... and your kid in the overhead compartment.
Your dreams are in HTML.
You find yourself typing "com" after every period when using a word processor.

You turn your computer off and get this awful epmty feeling, like you just pulled the plug of your loved one.

You refer to going to the bathroom as downloading.

Your heart races faster and beats irredgularly each time you see a new WWW site address printed on the TV, even though you've never had heart problems before.

You turn up the volume read loud when leaving the room so you can hear if anyone IM's you.

Looking at a pageful of someone else's links, you notice that you've been to all of them.

Your dog has its own webpage.

You believe nothing looks sexier than a man in boxer shorts illuminated by a 17" LCD Flat-Panel Monitor.

You code your homework in HTML and give your intsructor the URL.

You miss more than five meals a week downloading the latest MP3's off Kazaa Lite.

Your virtual girlfriend finds a new sweetheart with a larger bandwidth.

Your wife makes a new rule: "The computer can not come to bed"

The last hottie you picked up was only a jpeg.

You put a pillow case over your laptop so your lover doesn't see it while youre pretending to catch your breath.

You ask a plumber how much it would cost you to replace the chair in front of your computer with a toilet.

You ask a doctor to implant a terrabyte in your brain.

Your sweetie says communication is important in a marriage...so you buy another computer and network them together so that you can IM each other anytime.

As your car crashes through the guardrail on a mountain road, your first instinct is to search for the "back" button.

You can now type over 70 WPM.

You double click your TV remote.

You have more browsers than friends in the real world.

You say "he he he he" or "heh heh heh" instead of laughing.

Your teacher or boss recommends a drug test for the blood shot eyes.

The last movie you've seen was on your BS player.

You're on the phone and say BRB.