Day Eighteen: The internet and me.
An average day, occasionally written in the first person plural.
Woke up. Checked the phone for new messages and notifications. Fell asleep again halfway through.
Woke up properly. New messages in Facebook (ignore until midday). Fed the cats; they had been scratching our legs for the last two hours.
New Viber message. Did not open it yet so it will not be seenzoned. Opened Godsville and sent our hero to the arena.
Have we had breakfast yet?
Fourth political tweet of the morning. Liked seven posts in the Facebook feed. Nothing interesting when timeline was refreshed.
No, LiNa we are not interested.
Finished downloading yet another movie I will not be watching any time soon. Pokemon Shuffle.
The new Fairy Tail chapter is up!
Skimmed through the articles in io9, Wired, and The Mary Sue. Picked several articles from the RSS feeds. Scheduled some tweets for later and tomorrow.
Argued with someone in Twitter. Subretweeted.
Fed the cats. Stop coming between my face and the phone’s screen, Godzilla.
Fifteen new Instagram hearts! Oh. Four of them were for previous photos.
Nothing interesting in Pinterest. Why didn’t we see this Facebook private message sooner?
Nothing worthwhile in Grindr. Nothing worthwhile in PlanetRomeo. Nothing worthwhile in Hornet. A new woof in Scruff, but we don’t like his profile bio.
Thought up of a pretentiously smug tweet. Takes a photo with a book cover in the background for added smartypants appeal.
We have not yet written anything for that #30DayWritingChallenge. Quick blog entry.
Spotted another hoax in Facebook. Man, these kids on the internet.
So sleepy. Don’t forget to plug the phone to the charger. Maybe one last look at Twitter…