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Not really.

I took a piece of paper, taped pictures of Dad + Pixies + Kansas City Skyline on it, and stuck it to my computer screen.  All of a sudden, it was as if my computer weren't there at all! 
It was nice -- I noticed how compulsively I play around and whatnot.  So I hid my mouse behind some stuff while I'm not working.
My desk has a totally different feeling to it when the computer screen isn't tempting me.

Good stuff here.  Singing Faure this Thursday in the Chapel.  8pm.  Come one, come all.