A Rant/Making Peace

It took me forever, but I really felt tonight like I wouldn't be able to sleep until I'd completely destroyed as much of my Facebook account as is humanly possible. See, they don't make it easy, and maybe some of you have tried to "deactivate" yourselves as well - to no avail. All you have to do is log back in like normal, so for Facebook addicts (and I know I wasn't as bad as some) this is a problem. I am one of those people who can't have just the one chip, can't smoke just one cigarette (hey - I have like a hundred and twenty-some days in smoke-free, by the way :), can't resist stopping in for a Corner Bar burger if I walk past the place and get a whiff. SO..... I removed each of my friends, one by one, so by the end there was nobody, nothing. Erased as many of my posts as I had patience for, erased my info...... . No one to chat with, no one to spy on, to impress, to piss off, no reason to slink away from my computer feeling like a thirteen-year-old anymore. Not that blogging is perfect - anything can become a problem, and there are many other things to make one too self-aware/concerned/focused whatever - but I was happier doing this. I've missed this. Even if no one comes here anymore, I'll have an outlet that I feel is more positive. I'll be writing instead of "creeping" (my friend Tara's expression - I love it), and then maybe I'll get my thesis done before I lose all of my grad work. Maybe. Worth a try. Maybe now I'll actually re-connect with friends in person, or through letters. I still kind of loathe the telephone, sorry, but there are so many ways to connect with people. Maybe I'll even come around about the telephone thing.
And now, perhaps, I should pull myself away from the computer. My darling is waiting, and the end of The Shining is waiting, and then my comfy comfy bed ..... if I can actually sleep after seeing those creepy little twins and Jack Nicholson's horrifying face. But I do love being scared.
Goodnight All, or nobody, or just myself. Sleep well.