It's day 4 of Mom's Addiction Reduction Regimen, and everything's still peachy here. Well, almost.

Every time I see her figure approaching the door, I quickly cut off the net connection as fast as I can. Now, why you ask? If I don't, then she'll do it, in a rather improper way. It's fast, but it cripples every data of what I'm currently surfing.

Then there are times when she catches me on the computer. Not surfing the Net, but watching anime. Anime that she think will be the source of the so-called "perversion" I may have been infected with. To hell. I'm still as normal as I can be. I don't have those "lolicon" symptoms, and I don't imitate whatever hidden deep inside the minds of a perverted Japanese man. And for the record, I'm not even Japanese.

So here I am, writing this up to whoever may read this, and then scratch his head in confusion. What am I talking about, right?

Well, if you're ever in a situation where your "interests" (especially those of the Japanese kind)are in danger, well welcome to the club.