21 Days Without Facebook

and coffee.

Yes.
I have challenged myself to be FB-free for the next 21 days (make it 19.5 now). To add to that, no favorite instant Torabika Cappucino or any other black gold through my throat.
What have I gotten myself into...?

Here's a glimpse on the past 2.5 days have been:

DAY 1
Barely feeling it. At my late grandma's house, helping parents gardening. Yuck. Have to do a garden cleaning. It looks more of a rain-forest than a garden..
I guess FB is not as addictive as cigarettes.
Right? ...

DAY 2
Still gardening. Ugh, my lazy bum is not up to par with this pot-moving, re-planting, cutting to small pieces, fire ants, and other disgusting insect-like creatures crawling on the ground, leaves and barks. Yuck. Still hate gardening.
Though it looks like a real garden by now. As little as I have contributed to it.
Facebook? What facebook?
Coffee however... growl, snarl and ... lowering my beaten down face to the primordial need for coff-ffeee.
But, no coffee.. not until 19.5 more days.
Forecast of more tea consumption.

DAY 3 (or 2.5, it's still 7 pm as I wrote this)
Hey, I may be famous for this! 21 days without Facebook yow! I mean, who does that? Some loser who has no job and failed to launch perhaps. Uhm wait, that's me.
Aanyway, I decided well. That is, to still have internet. I am insatiable for the need of knowledge, even if it's just to know whether Paul Walker still single or not. Two, I think it's important to channel my needs of attention by still checking my emails and doing this blog.
I sound so pathetic.

to be continued...