It's been 12 hours...

...since I deleted my Facebook account. Not just deactivated, but deleted. It's "deactivated" for 14 days and then if I can fight the temptation to log in until then once the 14 days are up they erase everything. Permanently. I'm not sure how much of that is true—they probably keep your stuff hidden away on some server for an indefinite amount of time—but it feels good to know I've gotten rid of my largest internet time-consumer.

I first went through all ~950 tagged pictures of myself and saved the ones I liked, then went through my ~350 friends and made note of e-mail addresses and contact info for the people I actually care about. Unsurprisingly, there were only 30 people. So either a) I'm a douchebag, or b) my distaste for the intense amount of insincerity that exists on Facebook is justified. Or c) both.

What will I do with all this time? It's going to take a while to get rid of this habit of rapidly typing Command-T (to open a new tab in Google Chrome) and then typing "f-a-c-e down-arrow enter" whenever I'm bored...