Wasting My Time

So I had Saturday night free this weekend (my husband was at a party in the city and the baby went to bed early). I had all the time in the world to do pretty much anything I wanted, and what did I do? Created a myspace page. Probably not the most productive use of my time or really necessary at all, but I felt inspired.

I had set up a myspace account a while back for some reason or another and a nice fan who listens to me on the podcast "found me" and wanted to be my friend. I felt like I couldn't let her down by having a lame page with no photo or anything.

Now my personal little space is pretty in pink and I have a few more friends, which I think is exciting, but i keep thinking about all the time that I had where I could have read, watched bad TV, danced around the house to cheesy music from my youth, and instead, like the nerd I am, I sat with my laptop goofing off on the internet. Real productive.