I am attempting to divest my energies from so much social media this month, which is simultaneously refreshing and annoying.
Refreshing because I am naturally inclined to veer away, it's a nice break.
Annoying because... I feel like I should have something to say, except I don't seem to want to say anything much at all. I'm not sure what this means -- have I given up on relating to anyone? Am I bored? Tired? Shifting gears?
It remains to be seen. One thing I do know that stays constant is my affection for a good time stamp.
Hence this post, writing about not writing, on the 9th of February.
