I don’t know about you guys, but I spend a lot of time on my computer. Whenever I’m babysitting or volunteering, I feel super detached. Like I’m missing out on all the fun stuff that’s happening online. But I also feel better about myself too–like I’m not completely dependent on my computer.
I have a strict computer routine. I always check my mail first. I’ve started to realize that I’m one of the only people left that uses an AOL account. Come on guys, tried and true! There’s something great about hearing “You’ve got mail!” when you wake up. It’s like I’m basically Meg Ryan. AOL has treated me well throughout the years. My screen name used to be Londonlady88. I was born in 87, but 88 just sounds better. AMIRITE?
Next I go on word press, read my comments, read other blogs, comment on other blogs, yadda yadda. You know the drill. This takes a while because I’m a slow reader and a long commenter. If I have something good to write about, I’ll write it in the morning, otherwise I’ll brainstorm and eventually ask someone what I should write about. I’m not creative at all.
Then I’ll go on facebook and poke around. Nothing new or cool happens there anymore. I used to be an avid facebook user. Not so much anymore. I’ve fought with myself about deleting it. The only reason I haven’t deleted it yet is because I want to get all of my pictures off of the site and onto my computer. Seems like so much work. I heard facebook won’t actually let anyone fully delete their account. Apparently you can only deactivate it. Mark Zuckerburg/Jessie Eisenberg is such a creep.
Twitter is a desperate attempt for online stimulation. There are some really funny people on there. So I like to read their 140 character quips. As you’ve probably already guessed, I’m pretty funny on twitter too, but I don’t have anywhere near the number of followers that I should. This is always depressing.
Lastly, I’ll visit Pinterest so I can dream about what my life could be like. This is highly addictive. That’s why I save it for last, right when my computer is about to run out of battery. When this happens, I just give up on everything and go walk around outside.
There have been many times when Paul has come home and I have my computer on my lap. I look up and say, “Oh hey, how was work?!” and then I look down and start typing again. I’m pretty sure he loves this because he asked me if I love my computer more than him. I don’t think it’s fair to make me choose.