People say the first 24 hours are the hardest, although, I don't think they were referring to quitting Facebook. I’m not going to lie, I had an intense urge to reactivate my account last night. I even had a dream about it, which really freaks me out because why the hell am I dreaming about Facebook? I'm completely appalled by the fact that in the few hours of sleep that I actually get (I'm the self-proclaimed World's Worst Sleeper), when I could be dreaming about George Clooney or Buttercup cupcakes, I'm dreaming about Facebook. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself, it was only a little blip of a dream. I dreamt that I accidentally reactivated and got so upset that I immediately signed out. I guess I should take that as a good sign, well, not the dreaming of Facebook part, but the part where I again decide to free myself from it. On second thought, I'm not being too hard on myself, I'm actually embarrassed.
Anyway, it’s a few days since New Years Eve, people are just getting back from their vacations and most likely posting pictures galore. I’m only slightly curious- OK, that’s a lie, I’m very curious about everyones whereabouts. Who was in Miami? What was everyone wearing? Did anyone get engaged when the ball dropped? Tell me again why this is important to me. Oh, that’s right, IT'S NOT! Time to stop obsessing about nonsense and get back to The Red Tent, the current book that is keeping me occupied. I bet Dinah didn’t have a Facebook (I mean of course she didn’t she was busy writing her version of the Bible). I’m not one to preach, but do yourself a favor, spend 10 less minutes on fbook tonight. Trust me, it will be good for you.
