friend of my youth

I really ought not to read fiction. I was just sending the name of Alice Munro to a friend who asked for a name or two, and of course since I have dsl I figured I would see if I could find anything of hers online, and since that was the first thing I did this morning I am now stuck in the snowy wastelands of northern Canada and can't quite reconcile that with the landscape in front of me or the fact that it is nine in the morning and I have a lot to do today. I need one of those computer chips that prevents me from reading anything I subsequently can't exit -- v chip? f chip? It's not even my favorite thing of hers; but it's good enough.