I spent the vast majority of my weekend, from Friday afternoon until 5 am this morning, either in bed or getting better acquainted with my toilet. There's nothing like sickness to take some time away from social networks and strengthen the relationships you have with the plumbing fixtures in your home.
Sure, the relationship between me and my toilet may not have started online, but like all modern connections it went there. While I may not Facebook and poop, my attention is divided so much I just can't give these things the attention they need. Thankfully, the inanimate objects of my house look past my social media obsessions and take care of me, even when the only thing I can think of through the blinding pain and weakness is I must write complete, intelligible sentences at all costs.
While I wish I could say I'm feeling 100%, I'm not. I'm just starting to catch up on things that are important: Twitter, Facebook, Quora, YouTube, LinkedIn, my friends, and my cat. I've got posts in the pipeline about Facebook, The Now Revolution by Jay Baer and Amber Naslund, and social media and society.
Fear not readers. I may have spewed all of the bile from my body this weekend, but my hatred for all things social did not leave with it.