Table for one?

As we speak I’m in the middle of writing two essays, in other words I am updating my blog, pootling on the internet, playing solitaire, and generally finding any possible procrastination to avoid the scribing of 3000 words. It's not all bad though, the rediscovery of solitaire has reminded me of an obsessive crisis I underwent whilst playing this life-waster. When indecision presented itself with the possibility of multiple choices, i.e. the option of two red sixes both available to move, my small and frightened little intellect couldn’t deal with the implications. Whatever option I went for, I would torment myself for the next hour and a half thinking I had chosen wrongly. It got to the stage where I had to set myself some unbreakable ground rules to take the decision out of my hands. For example in the above case, I would always move the card furthest to the right. By restricting myself in this way I was able to continue wasting my evenings on this game as I had mastered my own destiny by providing a rigid structure and was no longer a victim to chance. In retrospect, I am surprised that this spread no further than the computer screen, it sounds like I was one small step from acquiring significant compulsive tendencies. But then again OCD sounds like it requires an awful lot of discipline and, like taking up smoking, I probably wouldn't have the will power.