Scrivener Report: Addiction Begins This Way

Been on an academic bender working with Scrivener...can't eat, can't sleep, there is only the siren call of my document in Scrivener. "Come to me, come re-organize. Come and set up keywords so you can identify this issue. Come open the Scratchpad so you can track ideas and send them to the particular project. Come create a template for use with courses, with all the myriad projects you have."  And I put down my microwaved burrito (too pressured to actually cook), excited by the new idea and find myself at the keyboard yet again, uncertain how I arrived. A small voice whispers, what will happen when the first bloom of infatuation is past, when the dark underbelly of writing until one bleeds asserts itself. But I push it aside. It feels too good for now. "My precious, I'm coming!"