... is that it makes me a moron.
Take tonight for example. My sister-in-law, up from Kansas, is visiting. We’re sitting side by side on the couch. We’re talking about so-and-so and what so-and-so is up to and then we both drag out our laptops… and stop actually talking to each other… and log on to facebook... at which point I go to her facebook page… to see how she’s doing.
Then long after everyone went to bed I sat up and sifted through facebook profiles to see who was pregnant (friends of a friend), who was getting married (no one, though damn, they really should be thinking about it) and who was getting a divorce (it’s really about time. I was wondering how much longer she’d put up with that).
Then my brain dribbled out of my ear and now I am a certifiable dipwad.
As proof that this facebook thing is out of control, Jay told me today that he and Sofie “started on facebook”. Also, he told me that Sofie is his friend and Karis (his second cousin) is his friend and they all “check in together” on facebook.
Nice.
Maybe I should send him a new friend request?
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