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It is no secret that Twitter can be addictive. If you're full of work, trade or travel, you take a little time to review the TL and warn that these "in passing."

without penalty and since I have 3 kids, husband and a thousand jobs a housewife, I confess twitteradicta . A brief account of my experience in the mission "zero twitter" a few weeks ago.

12 am I sleep, the phone without battery on the nightstand. I give it pretty and not over .. # Cuaimaqueserespete swears he can live with the cel off all night, if Louis ...

5:30 a.m. I wake, I thank God for the new day and look at the night table, lies inert cell. I feel an emptiness in my stomach, I get up to brew coffee. 7:30 a.m.

Paraguaná Leaving trip. I briefly left the phone at home, but a voice like to Obi Wan Kenobi says, "do not let him." I put it in your wallet ...

8:30 am After loading some pile in the car, I turn on the appliance, open ÜberTwitter, I see a couple of mentions, but I refuse to answer, I refuse to "balk." I keep the phone.

10 a.m. I open UT, and I see a # FF and I think twitteriano perfect: "I can not thank them # CDLM" so I inhale 5, keep 5, exhale 10, turn off the phone.

12 m. We Tucacas a while, we are on Yaracal, had been distracted enjoying the green zone and their cows, however snaptu open. I whole inter alia, that Xabi Alonso has the flu and @ leopoldopez have faith in our beautiful but battered country than human poverty. I turn off the phone but I sudan hands, strange feeling.

3 pm already passed the dunes, in the car sounds "inside the sausage" and gives me too much laughter. Dying to tweet and @ elproximojuego make their respective RT # Chinazo included, but I work up the courage and turn off the phone. At this point I feel the electric fingers, as if to sit down and play the piano piece by Chopin, but he ended up playing the chicks with the index finger of his left hand.

7 pm. With headache and fingers confilcto Überwitter entered, answer some # FF via DM and I think: God, I'm using twitter? is this account? But I refuse to be ungrateful to the few people that I recommended on Friday. The brave Politeness does not it?

9:30 pm. 24 hours since the last tweet! I look at my TL and I do not think! Comes back the voice of Obi Wan Kenobi saying, "use the small force padawan, turn that shit" I hesitate for a moment but I ignore him.

The other days were "cutting and sewing." When he thirst for information, reading news via Sanptü and put out the Cell. Occasionally answering some messages via Bbmsn but that if, relax and enjoy my family as God intended. When I got home, another was the story.

Thanks for trusting me Obiwan, you're my only hope ....