But now I'm thinking about it because it would be something else that could entertain me while everybody I know is still working. Because let's be real honest here: daytime tv is special (and not in the way your Mama thinks you're special). I'm spending my time watching the clock - either timing the next due feeding or wondering how much longer it'll take for The Hater to come home to entertain me with real, two-way, adult conversation.
But it's tricky because I'm stubborn. And the people to whom I swore I would NEVER EVER join said social networking community are sure that "it's just a matter of time" before I "break down" and "join the dark side". This includes The Hater, who sold out to said social network a month or so ago.
At this point I guess it's just a matter of time to see which wins -- my pride or my tolerance of boredom. But today is the first day where I've seriously considered giving in, and it pains me to admit this.
Nancy Reagan said I should "just say no". I'm going to stick with her for a little while longer. After all, there are other projects I could work on -- like dusting and vacuuming, or going through the stack of studies that I brought home from work to read while I'm on maternity leave.
But for those of you who were taking bets to see how long I'd be able to hold out -- you should know that the house advantage is ever changing... and I have several more weeks of maternity leave ahead of me.