My sister told me straight up today that she thinks I spend too much time online. It wasn’t really in a scolding tone (Sister darling, if you’re reading this – you’re merely a launchpad) but rather a perplexed one, citing for instance my tendency to babble about the numerous blogs I read/lurk. Due to some recent developments in Firefox functionality (this lovely plugin has made all my desired daily reads somewhat more of a reality), the genius of StumbleUpon and a newfound adoration for podcasts, this pastime has become more constant – if not, more fleshed out.
While she certainly has a point, the fact that I’ve been reading the same book since goddamn May was my first clue (and it’s not the book! Noo! In fact, Catch-22 is most definitely headed for my top 10 once I finish the damn thing), I can’t help but think I’m actually getting something out of this whole thing these days. Relating to personal blogs is exhilarating and reading thought-pieces from Slate or the Guardian (among others) just feels so good.
All I can think to do is to read my next day off away in bed with my laptop stowed securely downstairs. I hope that’ll work.
