Facebook and a Stone @ 6:43 PM

Trust myself to actually sign up for Facebook just to leave it there. It seems too much of trouble to edit my profile add friends and explore all other nonsense. My friend assured me I would get addicted to it but her prophecy has yet come true so far. I logged in just now for less than a minute and that's it. It was actually the second time I visited FB, including the time I set up the account...I'm super outdated I know @@.

Have trouble sleeping lately. Horror horror. Hope it will improve over the next week when I will be forced to turn in early...

Want a getaway. But chained. Like a big fat stone is chained at my ankle and I gotta drag it whenever I go, and literally that stone is too heavy for me to drag it around, sometimes I’m just so stationary it suxxxxx. Really if you know what stone I am talking about, you will be more than ready to agree with me about its size and weight and the power it yields. And that stone is actually cursing the internet connection and slamming on the poor keyboard next to me right now. (On this note can somebody tell me where to get a steel or wood keyboard, stone will do as well, as long as it can withstand violent abuse. My heart goes out to our poor keyboard…) I should get a self-help book on how to motivate a stone…

Facebook and a Stone @ 6:43 PM

Trust myself to actually sign up for Facebook just to leave it there. It seems too much of trouble to edit my profile add friends and explore all other nonsense. My friend assured me I would get addicted to it but her prophecy has yet come true so far. I logged in just now for less than a minute and that's it. It was actually the second time I visited FB, including the time I set up the account...I'm super outdated I know @@.

Have trouble sleeping lately. Horror horror. Hope it will improve over the next week when I will be forced to turn in early...

Want a getaway. But chained. Like a big fat stone is chained at my ankle and I gotta drag it whenever I go, and literally that stone is too heavy for me to drag it around, sometimes I’m just so stationary it suxxxxx. Really if you know what stone I am talking about, you will be more than ready to agree with me about its size and weight and the power it yields. And that stone is actually cursing the internet connection and slamming on the poor keyboard next to me right now. (On this note can somebody tell me where to get a steel or wood keyboard, stone will do as well, as long as it can withstand violent abuse. My heart goes out to our poor keyboard…) I should get a self-help book on how to motivate a stone…