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Salted Lithium Week One Hundred and Eighty-Four
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It has been a week since I pulled my Facebook account out of its car, threw it to the road and pumped three shots into its chest while it screamed “I swear to God we’re fixing all the privacy stuff… I swear to God!”.
And, as I pulled away in my 1967 Pontiac GTO, listening to Fleetwood Mac pound out “Oh Well” over my Hi-Fi Stereo, seeing the mess I left behind me, I had to smile and ask… what was that about?
I only updated my Facebook account a couple times a week, and on multiple occasions over a day maybe three times in almost… six months? But now that I’ve stopped I can see, and feel, the huge hole missing in my daily surfing routine, which normally consists of checking my five email accounts every thirty minutes, rechecking my blog stats for my three blogs every fifteen minutes, reading and rereading three or four newspapers, checking YouTube for cartoons, finding something about hockey I haven’t read yet.
Being on Facebook was a way to lose time when I didn’t feel like writing. Now that it’s gone I have to find other things to do when I don’t feel like writing. Like, maybe, writing.






















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