Okay, so the surgery was in May, and I was too drugged up/miserable/busy trucking to physical therapy to post for a while. After that, well, as embarrassing as this is--I couldn't get back in to my blog. It refused to recognize any input I gave it.
I finally gave up on it a couple of months ago, then recently got some advice on a course of action that should have dawned on me long ago. So, here we are again.
If you read the first post, titled imaginatively "One" you know that I basically caved into writing a blog. Well if that is facinating, wait till you hear this: Moments ago I caved into a Myspace page.
My favorite comment on not needing a myspace page isn't even mine, it's my ex-husband's. At his high school 20 yr reunion someone asked him if he had a myspace page. He replied, "No, I'm 38."
I have been asked repeatedly if I had one, and always said no without embellishment as to why. What is amazing about this is the other person's response. Their mouth drops open, their brows furrow, and they stare at me, completely lost for words, in confusion. It's the confusion that gets me. As if my having the internet without myspace is vaguely equal to having a house without plumbing.
As it is now, I have a myspace page with no photos, and precious little information. The simple reason why I never got a page before is the same for the sparseness of the page now. I'm lazy. I spend enough time compulsively worrying about how I am in person, and yet lazily almost never wear make-up or dress in decent clothes. Can you really be surprised I'd get my page more dressed up when I care even less about internet popularity?
In any case, there I am. I will at least eventually title my little myspace and link here to it, but although it WILL happen, I wouldn't, as the old idiom goes, hold my breath for it.
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