The internet is a bad boyfriend

I’m having trouble dating the internet. The ‘norm’ is that I’m alone from 7:30a – 8:30p. That alone is broken up by bits of cordial small talk. If I’m lucky a half hr of it is taken up by me paying a lot to talk to my personal trainer. But I’m still acutely aware that every sentence counts for more seconds that I’m not working out. It doesn’t pay to talk your way out of push-ups even if she pretends she’d listening. Occasionally I get a quick glimpse of humor interaction like the nice girl who asked if I had a Giant Eagle card she could use yesterday.

No matter how you look at it, most of my day is spent looking at the same screen I’m typing into right now. I check my facebook a million times, and all those stupid meme sites and my homepage more times than I’d like to count. It’s a shallow relationship.

So I started watching Better Off Ted on Amazon. I love the show and it’s illicited the most real laughter in months. The tragedy is that it was only on the air for 2 seasons and in 3 episodes it will be the harshest break up I’ve had for some time. I count on the characters to make me happy when napping and red bull isn’t working.

It’s 10p now and I’m slightly drunk. I’m listening to happy/heartbreaking music and drinking water. K is up in bed, hopefully asleep. He was in a horrible mood when he finally got home. I could see that I couldn’t help him and my inebriated state only irritated him. So I hid downstairs making cookies and now I’m out of things to do. Well, out of energy to do anything productive.

I’ll listen to a few more songs, then partially shower, then sneak into bed and lay awake until I can’t stand it anymore. Then I’ll wake up and do it all again.