You don’t own me, Twitter. I can quit anytime I want.

I’m catching up on Wil Wheaton’s blog (I’m in June 2009 in his archives – John wishes I’d just skip ahead already), and I found a video of his friend venting about Twitter.  I think I’ve seen my potential future (re: Twitter, of course, not in general.  I hope.).  I’ll do my best to avoid it.  But the video is hilarious and made me start following him.  Go.  Watch.  Laugh.

Happy Friday!

This week was a short week (thank you for Labor Day – I love three-day weekends) that still managed to feel like a regular week, but Friday is finally here.  Tomorrow I get to see Jess at a great big book used book sale and then I’ll spend the rest of the weekend immersed in calculus.  Except for Sunday morning when I have to run.  And except for later Sunday morning when I’ll help John with the lawn, assuming it dries out.  I’ll have to pretend the internet doesn’t exist, I think.  Give it the cold shoulder.  Hope it doesn’t take offense and will let me back in later.  How forgiving is the internet?  I know it never forgets, which is somewhat (a lot) scary.