I have taken it upon myself to take this time off from work to learn some things that I probably should already know. Ie: how to use Netflix (turns out it isn't rocket science), how to use my new slow cooker (lesson number one: the high setting is not the same as the low setting, and the two are not equivalent when cooking mac and cheese), and how to use Instagram.
When both of your parents are quicker to adopt technology than you, I think that is a bad sign. Yes, I have had pocket dials (with the sounds of what I interpret as crows in the background?), and empty text messages...but my parents have embraced the iPhone, and I took this as a sign from the universe that I should finally do the same. I have had my new iPhone 5 for three months now, but can I actually do anything other than dial a phone number or play Sudoku? No.
Finally, I have decided to try to use this expensive paper weight that I constantly forget at work and allow the battery to run flat. I am trying to get better, I swear! Long story short, I have set up myself a fancy
new Instagram account, tried to take a few pictures, and promptly become addicted. Sigh. Another internet addiction...just what I need.