Computers

Sometimes it is as though the monitor is a big, gaping mouth swallowing me whole. I go from email to Facebook to internet to blogs I follow. Time does not exist inside the mouth. When I escape, as inevitably I do, the clock that has been in the corner of the screen suddenly surprises me. Will I always escape or will I become like Tron?
I noticed, however, that my sojourns into cyberspace have not included posting to my blog. Hmmm.

Time Marches

Almost March. . . I can't believe it. One of the Denver newspapers bit the dust this week, makes me sad. Will the internet really take up the slack? Slack, hmmmm. Slacking in their responsibility to report the news could have been what killed the newspaper business. Trying to be everything to everyone is not a successful business plan.

Sleepy

I am at about stage three of exhaustion. That's when I become what I refer to as "honest." Friends and relatives have pointed out that "cruel" or "nasty" might be more appropriate. I will be making some offhand comment like, "This bitch who sits in the last row in class had the audacity to say. . ." and I catch myself. Whomever I was addressing either has assumed an expression of horror or just stopped listening.
I really need sleep. Most other deprivations do not phase me, but lack of sleep drives me crazy, or should I say crazier? But here I am at 10:30 at night finding so many ways to occupy my time.