Addicted

Is it possible to be addicted to work? As I sit here on my front porch following a lovely evening with the boyfriend: homemade dinner of steaks and caprese, dessert, relaxing outside in the summer nighttime, I gave him an early birthday present. A new iPad 2. He spent the next hour watching live TV and downloading apps. Smitten. I spent the next hour editing content for work. Is it possible to be addicted to work so much so that you do it to relax? Honestly. I had caught up on all the stuff I wanted to do and read and we had a quiet moment with nothing to do. So I worked. Strange, right? So strange that I revived a long silenced Tumblr existence to wax poetic about it.