I had a dream last night about Facebook. Not even a good, exciting dream, just me, clicking through Facebook. I woke up & realised that something must be done. I hate Facebook, I really do, but I probably end up on there for about half of the time I spend in front of my laptop, when really I should be working on my MA. I don't even like half of the people I'm friends with on there. It's like being stuck in a really bad high school reunion that you can't escape from, & which constantly makes you feel bad about your achievements (or lack thereof). I'm not a lawyer, I don't have a baby, I'm not in a relationship (or worse, married) & I don't get to carry a briefcase to work every day...because I work in my pyjamas.

I think that Facebook is unhealthy for someone as obsessive as myself, so I woke up today & deactivated my account.
I'm now waiting to go to London, where I will start my Facebook rehabilitation. I needed to make an entry about it because, like with every addiction, the more people the know about it the harder it will be to relapse.
I will not be reactivating it until after my dissertation's been handed in, & hopefully by then the Facebook monkey will be off my back & I won't even want to. I'm waiting for the shakes & hallucinations to kick in.

I'm going to hang out at Twitter instead from now on, with my real friends; Bill Bailey, Mark Hoppus, Philip Schofield, Stephen Fry & Steve Buscemi.