And then I snuck back in on my Farmer's account to see if it worked. It did. I am really gone. As in, even comments that I made yesterday on other people's statuses are just vanished into thin air. As if I never really did exist.
I feel like a "disappeared" character from George Orwell's 1984 (which I keep saying I want to re-read; now that I'm deactivated maybe I'll have the time to do it). I kind of expect to hear that someone's read my obituary in a very small newspaper somewhere.
Already I miss the interaction. Pathetic, I know. I thought, in the meantime, that I'd keep a record of things that I'm doing during time I might otherwise have spent on facebook, sort of by way of rationalizing my absence (or keeping myself from going back ASAP).
Today, so far, I have weeded flowerbeds, cleared the driveway of sticks with my children, with my son watched a tractor aerate the field, taken a nap, and rearranged my blog layout (moved "what's for supper" down a smidge and got rid of the "one thousand gifts" ongoing list at the bottom since I got to # 999 and quit recording). And it's not even 3pm yet.....
See, it's good. I can do this ....
..... right?
