But then I remembered that I didn't drink last night. And as I read through the chats it became apparent that my account had been hacked by someone who had never heard of a pronoun. (As an aside, one friend was fully convinced that me was robbed at gunpoint in London, but apparently said hacker took pity on this kind and gullible friend and didn't press the issue further). It was an amusing and harmless experience and I joked (to myself) that letting a hacker message random folks was a good way of catching up with people.
How do people fall for this shit? Seriously.
LATER THAT DAY...I discovered a site that plays the soothing sound of rain on loop. Rain always puts me in a thoughtful mood, so I began pondering serious questions. Questions like, with such stubby arms, how would a t-rex get back on its feet after it fell over? Answer: it rolls on its back and does a Bruce Lee kickstand, which happens to cause a magnitude 4 earthquake.
An artist's rendition of how a t-rex kickstand may have looked
Where was I going with this again? Oh yeah. Then I asked myself, what the hell am I doing with my life? Having a stable job is swell, but it's no excuse to stop constraining, motivating, and improving myself. Which was about when I decided to become veritable programming powerhouse-juggernaut, bitch. For all of February, I decided to quit fun things like video games and drinking, and not-very-fun-but-still-mindnumbingly-time-wasting things like anything on MTV and Facebook. And hey, if it sucks, at least it's not a leap year.
The theory behind MTV
As I logged on to Facebook to figure out just how exactly to deactivate an account, I got the messaged "Your account has been disabled" (read: banned from Facebook!!), presumably because they too realized my account was compromised. And now I know how someone who was about to commit suicide would feel if they got murdered. Even though the end result is the same, I still feel wronged--and robbed of the choice that I should have been able to make myself. Oh well, maybe Providence has sent me a message.
In which case, please don't send me a "stop drinking" message--I'll give up that vice without a fight.
