Surprisingly, I'm not feeling a lot of angst this week. Especially, in comparison to some of the sh*t the rest of you are going through! wow. Last week, when I was dealing with bedtime/sleep issues with my daughter, I was a lot more irate and entertaining. And drunk.
My main gripe is against this blasted new addiction of Facebook: Time Suck*. I can't even explain what I do. At least when I'm blogging, I have something to show for it at the end. On FB, I just have read up on a lot of people I was probably fine not knowing what they were eating or watching before, so why do I care enough to spend my time keeping up now?! I really wish it would just get sucked into the black hole of non-existence (to quote a high school English teacher) and give me back my lost time.
Also the scale and lingering, clinging fat on my body can wither painfully in a lighted barrel of kerosene (it burns hotter, right?)
My recurring migraines need to die a slow, painful, ice-pick stabbing death; much like they inflict on me monthly.
*so perhaps I should be a little upset at the push from "friends" to get into it, or at my own lack of will power to better manage my time, but. . .
3 tips left at the bar:
I feel you. I'm so over FB, but yet, I can't stop it either. A vicious, vicious cycle. We just need others to commiserate with!
Oh man, this is why I had to stay away from FB. Because I know me, and it wouldn't be pretty!
Now, if I only had that kind of willpower when it comes to Chick-Fil-A!
I have to say, I'm beginning to come back around and agree with you on the FB thing. I love a lot of aspects of it, have a lot of fun, but at the end of the day, other than Lexulous and a few decent, interesting conversations over posted articles, I don't have much to show for it. And my blogging has been lacking lately. And I'm kind of starting to *maybe* admit the two are connected.
And I miss my blogging.
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