Sweet Catastrophe

I don’t like that I can’t come home and plop down in my chair and chat with Kristi about the weirdos I just saw at Wal Mart or sit and watch the episode of The Office that popped into my head while I was there…or finally finish watching Smallville which should have been done by Friday.

I hate that I didn’t get to play Fab’s quiz because my phone won’t play his audio clip. And I’m missing trivia, which I suck at but still look forward to daily. Of course everyone is also sending me quiz requests on Facebook but I can’t do anything with them either.

I can’t check out the awesome doggy version of LOLcats I just heard about or look up how long it normally takes for a bruised bone to heal…or even send BJ and Brittany the useful websites I promised I’d pass along.

I can’t even tell if I have blatant typos because I’m only even seeing two characters next to each other!

I’m not 12 and I live in an apt so it’s not as if I can just go outside and play…and you can only watch so much weekend television.

Yes, I’m a dork and a shut-in and I spend way too much time on the computer, but I like me that way dammit! And this is just miserable…