I do not need to explain. Do I?
Just watched Social Network. It was a David Fincher flick, no wonder I liked it (err, Fight Club, Se7en, The Game-- all of them great films).
Mark Zuckerberg is a genius...no doubt about that. But as one of the characters said, "You're not an asshole Mark. You're just so trying hard to be!" --that's all it was. But I am glad Mark Z created Facebook. Goodness, aren't we all? It's just sad that "my Erica Albright" in real life doesn't even believe in FB so he doesn't have an account. In fact, he hated it. And I told myself: "Heck, what's the point of having an FB if I would not be able to stalk him?"
It's almost one in the morning...someone sent an SMS...geezuz, a SMART alert. heck.
It's almost two in the morning and I can't get myself to sleep. No sign of drowsiness.
I am excited about my yoga class tomorrow. O yeah...I am into yoga now. Beat that.
Sleep, rayts...get some sleep!