Face the book
It’s 11.19pm. I should be showered and pajamad and ready for bed. In truth, I am none of those things. I have been tracking people from my past on Facebook for the past some hours and it is so frickin’ addictive I don’t think I can stop. People I had NO idea how to get in touch with, that I thought were lost forever.. BAM! They’re all there.
And since it’s late enough, I figured I’d throw in some blogging too. Just for good measure.
Rome is a mess right now, what with W being in da house and our fascist mayor going all out to show that a police state is a beautiful thing. He’s supposed to leave tomorrow and it won’t be soon enough. I have to navigate the furthest corners of the world just to get to work in the morning. I got so lost this morning, too. In perfect anal retentive style, I wasn’t late for work (if a tree falls in the forest and no one notices she’s 5 mnutes late for work, it never happened, right?), but still. I work in the center, so at least my ride to work is full of oohs-and-aahs beautywise. I got home quite fast (I keep finding new ways to come home), had lunch and napped my usual 2 hours. I have no idea what is up with me and the napping, but it goes on and on and I am always tired regardless. And I haven’t even showered!
In amusing news: Ben has added the entire (female, of course) world to his Facebook and various crappy sites, including my OH archnemesis (although I forget why). I just find it amusing.
