Dragged by Wild Facebook Horses

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Do you ever just feel drug-out?

Like maybe you forgot to take your B vitamin this morning, but you are sure you did, cause you pulled a total witless-wonder by getting your Prilosec pill out of that blister-pac over the garbage can and it popped right into the trash so you vividly remember being super-careful with the rest of the vitamins and Excedrin that you had to take for the Headache That Ate Manhattan you woke up with.

Do you?  Or is that just me?

Along with just realizing that you haven't accepted a single facebook request since Thursday, and now it's Monday so you have what seems like 1400 of them to go through.

I know that's not just me.  

Every facebooker has had that experience.

And it takes so unbelievably long to go through all of those requests, that you swear you're NEVER EVER EVER EV-AR going to let them pile up again as long as you live, or until facebook deactivates your account; whichever comes first.

But then a  week few months go by and you do it again.  And you realize on day two that those requests are piling up, but it already seems like too much work, so you don't even bother till day four and then it takes longer to answer all the requests than it does to slow-cook a 30 pound brisket.

So, you already feel all blah, then you say to yourself, "What the hell, it's not like I've got anything more pressing to do, let me get rid of these *bleeping* requests before it gets any worse!"  And the blahness of answering a buttload of facebook requests makes you feel even more blah,and this is where the whole cyclical blahness comes into play.

Because let's face it, requests stop becoming 'gifts' when they number more than 10.  After that, they're a pain in the ass.

And that's even for games you like to play, or networking or any of the other billion apps that looked like so much fun or seemed like such a good idea when you started doing them... you know back when you were in the full throws of health and caffeine and vitamin B-complex. 

Which only exacerbates the recognition of how blah you feel today as opposed to other days.  Until you feel like you've been dragged by wild facebook horses through your 'relaxation' time, and it turns out to not be all that relaxing, but more like another chore on the to-do list.  

And relaxation time that isn't relaxing in the slightest sucks basketballs through a garden hose... and not in the good way.  

Cause blah feeds into more blah and before you know it you're clinically depressed and eating entire tubs of Breyer's and telling yourself that it won't effect your ability to fit into your mu-mu.

OK, that too, might just be me.

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