Facebook knows that I'm getting married and won't stop suggesting weddingly type things to me. It might be sweet if it wasn't so intrusive and weird. Kind of like when I flipped my status and it sneeringly told me that it had to "check with John first", like it had caught me in some sort of desperate lie or something...I was briefly snotty about it, when John caught it and tossed it back approved within seconds. Like "Take that facebook! I tell you about my relationship! You don't get a say in it." But then I was suddenly, simultaneously horrified at the notion that someone, somewhere has not only certainly lied about their relationship status on there (duh), but has also probably used it to propose. Things like that really freak me out. Even though I've been a social networking spaz today.
And I really, really, REALLY have been a social networking spaz today. I fell into the twitters and couldn't get out. Real responsibilities be damned! I was mesmerized by Simon Pegg's slightly desperate longing for his wife to wake up and obliterate his boredom with insomnia (I fucking feel his pain. But at least the lucky asshole is in the same country as she is). I sent out my own plea for someone to be awake on the aforementioned twitters to distract me, and then was immediately rewarded by the tweet of a cat owned by someone I've never technically met. (Obviously I had to respond to this foreign kittie's tweet! I'm not a monster!) Proud of myself, I continued shirking said responsibilities while I ran off to facebook to inform my paramour of such shenanigans. Alas, facebook did something to completely fuck up my messaging center and I was left swearing at my laptop for an embarrassingly long time before running off to gmail where I could send a nonsensical email of love, hate, and the murky world of the interwebs that draw them all together. You'd think that'd be the end of it, but it wasn't. (Not only am I web logging about it now) but there was also a splurt of text messaging and kitty video sending that ALSO ended up back on facebook. And this is only my social networking habits of the last hour. Fucking Deity. I'm not even sure what I think of me at this point.
But I can't sleep, and I'm not sure my brain is working quite the way it should in order to actually be productive. John is way too far away to ruin yawns for, and I'm still in effing Texas. What else is a girl to do?
I'm short on nerdy television to watch, and I'm sure my eyes won't focus on the subtitles for any of the movies I've acquired in the last few days. I didn't really mean for this to turn into a ranty complaint post, but fuck it. It would seem that it has. I think I'm just out of options in the middle of the night on day 8458934758 of no sleep sans gratuitous antihistamine use. But tomorrow, Guiness! YAY! I've been coveting the Guiness of others for weeks now. No, really. WEEKS. I went to a movie, and the girl was drinking Guiness. I glared at the screen as if maybe she'd know and feel bad for me. Didn't work, but was a valiant effort, I assure you.
I think my continuing distance from where I REALLY OUGHT TO BE, the random part of this country I find myself in, and the social networking hiatus that has obviously come to a screeching halt but was very real for months and months and months have made me forgot how to be reasonable with technology.
*shrugs*
I guess I'll leave it there.
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