Working for a living

This is going to be a dumb post. The only reason I am posting right now is so that I do not log onto work via my VPN. You see, I am working 20 hours per week. I mean, I'm getting paid for 20 hours per week. Yesterday was my day to actually drive to the workplace, and I worked 9 hours, which means I only have 11 hours to go spread out over the next 4 days. Sweet, right? The problem with having this here laptop and being just a few clicks away from remote desktopping to my wondrous workplace is that I have MENTAL PROBLEMS that prevent me from shutting the stupid thing off. I'm not necessarily doing super productive crap in excess of 20 hours, but I am always checking my e-mail to see if someone has a question or if a new project popped up that I should help with or if something I am managing has exploded while I was off handling someone's feces. I need to shut the stupid thing off. I am deeply unwell. I have fantasized about my (hilarious) resignation letter since about 3 months after I started this job in July 2001, so it's not like I just miss the place and love the work so much that I can't tear myself away. I just have this genetic mutation that wrecks shop on my best laid plans to be a bit of a slacker. Blast! I think I am going to go find myself a table saw and see if I can rid myself of a few fingers. I still have some insurance policy with the word "dismemberment" in it, so it really might be my best option.