Facebook Ate My Blog

I haven't been around here much lately. I've ignored comments, I've let perfectly good blogging ideas go by the wayside (How's this one for ya -- originally suggested by Karyl who had a moment on Rosh Hashanah -- exciting new headwear for balding Jewish men on their way to temple -- it's a toupee - it's a yarmulke -- it toup-ulke! Impress the nice girls, oy, they'll love it... okay, well, maybe not.) I've been a terrible hostess. While IRL, I have actually had a terrible cold that has caused great hunks of green matter to spew from upper orifices and make me pass out and miss any vestige of social life I will ever have and alienate those kind souls who thought they wanted to have that social life WITH me, that is hardly the excuse for my absence here. After all, everyone knows while in the throes of Nyquil, blogging is fun -- kinda like drunk blogging, and re: spew, this is what Lysol comes in spray bottles for, after all. No, the iffy health is NOT the reason for the scarcity of posts here lately. It is totally the fault of the Devil Facebook.

Yes, I have fallen into the time abyss that is Facebook. Facey Spacey is my life now. I Farkle, I have a farm - uh, TWO farms, two different universes, a fish bowl, a roller coaster cluster, a group of sorority sisters, and I apparently am wanted by the mob. Not to mention the large sucking sound of a minute of time spent trying to rack up points clicking on little groups of clinking clacking jewels. My friends friend me, and make unreasonable demands on my gifting ability. They want farm animals, smiles, pillow fights, hearts, long island iced teas, you name it, I got a friend who wants it from me. So you see, Facebook has eaten my blog. I no longer have the energy to come up with snappy repartee for the general internets, because my special Facey Spacey people need a pint of O-negative, and want to know what Melrose Place character I'm most like. I was the Heather whatser-name one. Although I took the quiz three times with all different answers, and got the Heather person all three times. Was she the only one in Melrose Place? These Facebook quizzes are amaaaazing. Not always in a good way.

I promise to stop this obsession, I promise to drop Entrecards again, and make little comments to my bloggy friends really reallllly soon. I just have to break 100K in Bejeweled Blitz, then all will be right with the world. Until then, can I send you a smiley heart and call it a post?