annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday night, Tuesday morning And nothing to say but I�m saying it anyway. I�m doing better without the internet now, even considering not getting it back at all. There is something tempting about returning to a pre-digital existence, though the telly would have to go as well for it really to be effective. I feel as if I have a distraction addiction and like most addicts, I�m failing to control my usage of it. No, that�s not it � all addictions are distractions, surely, distractions from some pain that can�t be faced, and over-use of television and internet is pretty harmless compared to crack or gambling or two bottles of wine a night every night. And these are hard times. I haven�t signed up to some fundamental religious order where I have to go without everything � I�m just trying to grab hold of my life rather than piss it all away watching �Come Dine With Me� and simultaneously following it on twitter. Things I haven�t seen since I moved include the scary cat Art sent me from Alaska, the green scarf (beautiful, soft, like cashmere) that I bought to wear in a pic in solidarity with a cause I can no longer remember and one of my favourite earrings, also green � why is just one of them in a pot of mixed bits and pieces? Where is the other one? The thing she does that pisses me off the most is come in from outside to shit in the litter tray, but that's enough about the Bobcat. Laters xxx 3:54 p.m. - 21.02.12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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