Binary schminary

I just spent the last two hours hunched over my keyboard, setting up a new email account. Do you know what I learned (apart from the fact the Gmail is awesome because it imported all of my contacts for me, which probably saved the last shred of sanity to which I had been clinging)? I learned that waaaaay too much of my personal life is floating around in the form of ones and zeros. Because in addition to importing contacts and creating new groups, I had to go through a mega-huge list of all the sites that have my old address, sign in, navigate the treacherous waters of account settings (which are not always labeled as "account settings"), and type in my new address. Eight billion times. True story. I mean, seriously - three different banks, Amazon, lds.org, utility companies - where does it end!?

So what am I doing right now? Yeah, I'm still at the computer. Blogging. It could be because my rear end is now permanently attached to the computer chair and I'll have to spend the remainder of my days right here, never again to feel sunshine on my face or smell a sweet, sweet rose... Oh, wait. Or it could be because all the real friends I have are only accessible online. Or maybe I just don't have a life beyond these ones and zeros. Sob!

Actually, the real reason I'm still here is that I wanted to whine about this on Facebook, be done with it, then move on to something more productive. But it turns out my account has mysteriously been disabled. (In case you're wondering, this is not the reason for all my email drama. I've been meaning to switch to Gmail for a while, though I will be keeping my old email address to use for this blog.) Apparently, the only way to get my account back is to scan a government-issued ID, complete with photo, and send it off into the abyss. Um, that's so not happening. I'm just going to have to learn to live Facebook-less again. I won't go into detail about the wailing and gnashing of teeth that precluded the acceptance of this fact. Let's just say that I'm glad Blogger still wants to be my friend.

So in other words, I really don't have a life beyond these ones and zeros. Shocker.

P.S. I do have "real" friends. You know, people I can actually see. Please don't be too jealous. I still love you.
P.P.S. I'm getting off the computer now. Really.
P.P.P.S. Right after I check my email.