Cyber whores…UNITE!!

(DISCLAIMER: The following post is destined to be completely retarded, in no way hilarious or witty, and probably not interesting in any way. I am already ashamed.)

Because it is NaBloPoMo, and I take my membership (#5144 baby!) seriously, here I am submitting my entry for the day. It is “late” –note: the current time is 10:41 pm pacific time–and while I would much rather wait until the writer’s juices are flowing before I post again, I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t submit something. Besides, then my blog “stats” would suffer and my rapidly expanding audience of readers (um, yeah…that means you, fellow blog junkie that stumbled upon this post randomly while running a tag search for “whores”) may dwindle in the absence of nothing new to read.

Tonight, I posed a hypothetical question to one of my roommates. My query was thus: if you spend ungodly amounts of time on the couch in front of the television, you’re considered a “Couch Potato”. So if you sit for hours on end surfing the Internet and blogging, what does that make you? Is that still a “Couch Potato”, even if there’s no television involved? What if you’re sitting at a desk, or (as I am) in your bed with your laptop on your knees…”Desk Potato”? “Bed Potato”? Is there a term for one hypnotized by the glow of the computer screen, who can’t remember the last time she blinked? My roommate’s response: “Yeah. Cyber Whores.”

And so, my eyes blurry and glazed over with exhaustion, my head nodding ever closer to my chest, I am desperate for the creative juices to be stirred in me once more. I let out my rally cry: CYBER WHORES, UNITE!!!