A while ago, I moved my laptop from the kitchen counter to my night table---I know, but a laptop has to live somewhere. It was my intention to use my lapdesk, at different appropriate places, to hold the LT while I was working on it.
Here's how that worked out. I keep looking at the laptop, cover down, sitting on the night table, and can't resist checking to see if Shoppers Drug Mart has sent me an e-mail or if all my friends on Facebook have simultaneously changed their profile pictures. Important things happen in my life, and I like to stay current. After a glance or two, I give up, go over to the night table, get down on my knees on a not-thick-enough sheepskin and fire up the internet.
Two hours later, I need Robaxicet for my back, Advil for my knees and I swear, a lobotomy would be nice.