Wasted weekend, wasted entry
Another weekend has come and all but gone, and I spent the lion's share of it sitting on the couch, watching television and surfing the net. And then to add insult to injury, Kristen had to go and tell me about this Twitter thing, which only helps foster my unhealthy relationship with my cell phone. I mean, don't get me wrong - my phone is definitely one sexy bitch. I can SMS and MMS and surf the net and map and GPS and email and take pictures and listen to MP3s and watch little videos and I can Facebook the hell out of people on it (except I don't really get Facebook. It seems like someone is always throwing a sheep at me, or I'm getting bitten by vampires, or being challenged to this or that. I'm actually a little askeered of the Facebook. But that's neither here nor there.) And I can even make phone calls on it. And now, in addition to all this, I can also Twitter.
Except, of course, as soon as I sign up on Twitter, it decides it's going to quit functioning, leaving me unable to share with the world that, with my surplus of Awesome, I am the perfect donor... but I doubt there are any compatible recipients. Now people are going to be clamoring for a little bit of my Awesome, never knowing that their feeble bodies will probably just end up rejecting it. It's a national travesty, is what it is.
So, yeah. Once again, the internets have let me down. I suppose that's just payback for me having ignored them for a full year.
The weather was beautiful today, sunny and containing around 85 of your Fahrenheit degrees, but I only managed to venture out as far as the local Starbucks where I read part of The Time Traveler's Wife. Once the weather actually turned nice I had planned to maybe absorb a little solar energy and produce some vitamin D, and hopefully turn my blinding white flesh a slightly less blinding white, but after sitting in the sun for a ridiculously short time last weekend that bastard sun seared me like a tuna steak... only without the caramelization and Maillard reaction that would have turned me delicious. As a result, I now eschew the sun, because burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, and I'm getting checked for malignant melanoma.
And so, I sat inside and read, and tried to Twitter, and drank coffee.
What a sad, sad man.
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