Do I hate Twitter? Kind of. My account lay dormant for a year. Then all of a sudden people started linking to me. I thought, "Wow, I must have been wrong; something is going on here." No, it wasn't.
I read an interesting article by Jerry O and a few by Dan Schwabel because they link to their blogs. And I found out that BL Offman has planters wart and now I know every day when Michael Specht is going to bed. But, nothing else was quite as exciting and I started to think that I'd had enough and then, today, the comic opera started.
Family dinner. My husband feeds the kids while a NYT photographer takes a photo of me for an article about my blog posts about our divorce.New York Times front-page article: I look fat in the photo. No wait, it's worse. I look structurally ugly. Crap.
Stressed. But I want to look fun, laid back and breezy. So I take orders for lunch. Then go to the wrong place. And come back with nothing.
Panic at my divorce lawyer's office. He says not to worry, he represents top entrepreneurs. I ask him to set me up with one on a blind date.
Buying NoDoze at Walgreens; I don't want to interrupt work later to get coffee. Good time manager, yes? But I feel like a drug addict.
Prayer of the novice twitterer: Please god, let this not suck.
Don't worry, it doesn't. (But everything else does).
I was thinking of rigging up a contraption that would connect my underwear to Twitter. This way, when I fart, everyone could read about it.
Would still be more interesting than most of the garbage people "Twitter" about
Posted by: Insane Entrepreneur | Apr 19, 2008 at 09:51 AM