Oh. My. GODS!!! So glad you're still with us Tara, even if you did succumb in the end.
Facebook is very worried about me. It keeps sending me notifications.
"You haven't updated your status in two weeks!" it screeched, with the plaintive moan of a very large behemoth working itself into a lather over a broken fingernail.
"People are INTERESTED in going to something that's on somewhere relatively near you, if that notion of relatively near were to be very loosely applied!!" it bellowed, beseeching me for some, any, level of engagement.
I turned away, preoccupied with something resembling real life.
There was silence for a time. Tumbleweed rolled past my closed eyelids. My fingers ceased twitching in my sleep. I was known to go without checking my phone for entire afternoons.