I was all prepared to blog about being blank tonight. I have thought all day and it's been a constant zip, nada, nothing. So I sat down tonight to read my blogs. It kind of feels like watching my stories, which my mom called soap operas when I was young. I had been reading for about 15 minutes or so when A.N. instant messaged me and said hello. Then C.D. Then M.L. That was over an hour ago and I am still chatting with A.N.

Which leads me to my post tonight. I HATE IMing. I hate it. It takes so much time and unfortunately I can't do anything else while I am typing. I can't read other sites, I can't watch t.v. I can't talk on the phone. The minute I try to do anything else I get distracted and both things suffer. The part that gets me the most though is that for the most part I would love it if you just picked up the phone and called me. The conversation would take half as long, you could discuss more, you don't have to worry about misunderstandings and I get to hear your voice.

Don't get me wrong. There are a lot of good things about IM'ing. If it's a quick question. Or you don't have a cell signal. Or your just saying hello. But that's about it. Just call me.

That's my rant for the evening. I wouldn't be so pissy, except that it's 12:40 and I wanted to be in bed an hour ago and I suppose I couldn't have just ended the conversations, it's just that with the time difference I don't get to talk with my friends in San Diego nearly as much as I would like to. Which is the point. I called A.N. today. Couldn't she have just called me back? But I love her anyway and as my friend D.T. always says, "You can sleep when your dead."