I finally had enough of my Internetless/TVless existence, I’m almost on a month now. I can’t bear going to bars or cafés to check my e-mail or online banking on my iPod any more. I shall go bonkers, and start chewing on carpet or something.
Not ignoring things, just don’t have Internet yet. Working on that, but life has no cheat-codes for unlimited funds.
I haven’t died yet, just really busy.
I didn’t get to updating yesterday, because I was tired after the three trips. Today was a trip to Duluth, and after getting back I needed a nap more than anything else in the universe. (Almost anything — I’ll leave the other possibilities to the endless imaginations out there.)
But now — at long last, my quickie status update: I’m moving.
I have been so quiet because I’m biding my time. (See countdown on the right, and previous post.)
So I decided to immerse myself in the whole Twitter phenomenon. I’ve previously derided it, mocked it, mocked users of it, and displayed my potty mouth. But I haven’t actually learned anything about it. So, might as well dive in. Now that it’s been a week, I’m kinda getting the idea of it. My opinion? It’s cool. (Note: no exlamation point. It’s just cool.)
I got an apartment. I’m moving out — move-in date is June 15th. My birthday.
Happy Birfday to me. Happy Birfday to me…
Dammit. Reality intrudes.
Twitter: n8ey