Got a good chunk of things done yesterday. Not as much as I would have liked to, but… a big one was finally working up the nerve to delete my FB account. I still have two weeks to reactivate it before all of my data is deleted permanently. So, I just have to hold out for that long and I won’t be able to go back on my decision. I’m currently fighting a war with an increasing number of thoughts in my head that are telling me how I can’t hope to live socially without Facebook. Birthday parties, event planning, learning about OTHER people’s event plans so I can spend time with my friends, promoting stuff that I create…
But then I think, honestly, how much did I actually do that this past semester? I attended maybe 2 or 3 events out of countless ones, many of which I could’ve learned through posters and actually, y’know, TALKING to people. Most of the time, it just let me know about stuff other people were planning and letting me know that I couldn’t have attended. Actually having to put effort into finding out what people are doing for ONE semester isn’t going to kill me, as much as my information withdrawal right now is telling me the opposite.
I’ve been having the most random, mundane nightmares lately. Stuff like my printer running out of ink or not working, the hinge for my laptop screen breaking, or my aforementioned ex hitting me with a peace bond (like a restraining order) so that I’m unable to hang out with any of my friends when she’s nearby. As someone in the psychiatric discipline, I’m a proponent of activation-synthesis theory, but it’s hard to discount any sort of cognitive-emotional component to dreams sometimes.
I did my first bit of Rogues’ Gallery related work this morning, which felt really good to do. I edited a review of Hitman: Absolution. I just need to edit in a bumper at the beginning and end of it and it’ll be ready to post. I also booked my tickets back home to Kingston for the holidays… which I’m not looking forward to, especially considering that I’m just starting to try and clean up my diet again. Oh well. New challenges are new chances for solutions.