So my pretty li'l computer (which is actually kind of messy and clunky (clunky by 2011 standards)) has a nasy li'l/big virus. I can't even do anything with it at all (currently on my sister's computer) except use it as an unnecessarily large paperweight.
So here's the thing: This not-in-the-slightest-irritating virus can be a blessing in disguise. It has forced me to not, you know, check those black holes otherwise known as social networking sites. It has allowed me to have more "free time" to read books. Actual books. Not websites that tell me which celebrities have cellulite and which look horrendous without makeup. (Note: I really try to stay away from sites like these nowadays, but I have known to stumble upon them from time to time. Also, all celebrities have cellulite and only Madonna looks like Death without makeup. And yes, "Death" is a person. And that person is Madonna.)
So now I just need to actually read those actual books and not lament the death/Death of my online persona. Because good riddance, ya know? I mean, Pepsi had her fun and all, but it's time for me to remember who I am. And I am nobody! And isn't that wonderful news? And I don't mean any of this in a sarcastic way. You know, me the Buddhist with all my outwardly appearing negativity. But no! I need to be reminded of the no-me and taking a Facebook/Twitter hiatus is maybe a first step. First step forward or two steps back? Thanks, Paula and MC Scat Cat. Anyway, I will keep the blogs. Why not. Gotta live in my generation, after all.