Karen Karn

Feed. Now I know why it's called that. Cut and arranged (arbitrarily?) into bite-size pieces, my friends' updates are fed to me on Facebook,  as though I'm an infant or geriatric, incapable of working the spoon myself. I have over 100 friends on Facebook,  but I see updates from the same handful of people. Some of these people are virtually strangers to me, (some of them ARE strangers!) while close friends and relatives, who I actually love and would like to stay in touch with, are left in the cold dark of the refrigerator. At first, I thought the reason I didn't see updates from Jo, for example,  was because she wasn't active. Then, for some random reason (maybe a birthday), I looked at her profile page, and there it all was - morsels of information, like a buffet that had been hidden from me. I went through more of my friends profile pages, and it was the same story. It makes no sense. I know that a certain Facebook friend of mine has recently been on a

I've just found some old, unpublished posts... this one from early February. *** You know when you're so tired that you get a really strong metallic taste in your mouth? That's me right now. My eyes burning my nose scrunched,  because that somehow helps me to see... I couldn't sleep last night so I stayed up til 12:30... which is very late in my world. On the way to bed, there was Noah, also wide awake. It must be a full moon, he said. Shall we get up for a bit? We went down and watched television... until 9AM! He's now fast asleep in bed at 6: 30PM ... and I might just do the same.