turn off the computer

Should I write them here on 43things?

Should they take the form of 3rd person Facebook status updates? Emily is happy she got to walk instead of taking the bus. Emily ’s apartment is too warm – again. Emily was pleasantly surprised that the guacamole was homemade. (Yes, I actually caught myself thinking in status updates today, at least a couple of times.)

Should they be written in LOLspeak?
Job burnout – I haz it.

Or should I just turn off the computer already – once in a while, anyway, before the Interwebs gets a chance to eat the rest of my brain?

Gaah.

It happened right here, this morning. I realized I was done peeking at all my regular internet stops, and the thought of standing up and getting on with my morning was just too unpleasant to bear, so I tried desperately to come up with more sites to look at, to quell how unhappy I was about confronting my “real-life” options.

In a way, I think I do that on a slightly subconscious level all the time. The internet has become a drug, though one that has very few side effects… or does it?

Kthxbye.

now.

have much less use for the Internet, at least, than I did a few weeks ago.

At work, I keep gmail open, and Outlook, and will search for things as I need them, but other than that I have no impulse to check the NYTimes, 43T, or Facebook repeatedly; in fact, I can’t be bothered even to try to remember my passwords so I can log in.

It occurs to me that I don’t know how to log into my work email from home. Oh well…

is not working terribly well. Tomorrow, though, I am going to work in the library, and leave the ‘puter at home.

“I live on my computer. It can be a rather sad life. Thus I am going to try to turn it off and spend some time in the real world. We’ll see how it goes.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Tonight I did my back exercises, hemmed a pair of pants, and straightened my sewing kit while listening to Beethoven string quartets. Then I called my mother. Since I’m getting an extra hour of sleep tonight, maybe I’ll stay up a little longer and empty the dishwasher, or play the guitar.

I’ll try and log on here, oh, once every few days… I still love you all and will miss you, but I need to get my life back!