I admit it. I’ve been self-righteous for too long. But oh, how the mighty have fallen. After repeatedly proclaiming my lack of understanding for how anyone could waste time on such a thing, I am ashamed to confess that I, too, have now succumb to an extended bout of Facebook frivolity.
In my defense, it’s been a while since I’ve had insomnia and I was a bit out of practice as to how one spends her waking hours at 4am when neither sleep nor productivity is an option.
Fortunately, I don’t see this as a return to my sleep issues. In last night’s case I simply have a nightmare to blame for the interruption (for some 
unknown reason this was the third consecutive night in which there was a celebrity cameo in my dream. On Tuesday night, I got trapped in a giant beanbag chair with Peter Jackson who ultimately snubbed me, then Wednesday I made out with Christopher Walken as part of some experimental theater piece, and earlier this morning Peter Lorre went all Tonya Harding on me and crushed my kneecaps with a baseball bat after I had landed the role of Sugarplum Fairy in the NYC Ballet’s Nutcracker Suite, the dirty rat! It sounds silly now, but I awoke in such a 
distraught state I knew sleep was not forthcoming any time soon. So, I turned on my long-neglected insomnia playlist on iTunes and caught up on some e-mails.
Unfortunately, I also made the mistake of visiting Facebook in the wee hours and finally understand why sensible people sometimes post silly stuff. To quote a particularly poignant episode of How I Met Your Mother, “Nothing good happens after 2am.
So anyway, I get this instant message from a friend with whom I hadn’t chatted in some time. We exchanged absurd pleasantries until the goofy Facebook commentary revealed some doppelganger thing going on of which I knew nothing about. Apparently, everybody was supposed to change her profile photo to her “celebrity look-alike.” I first made the mistake of commenting that I don’t really look like anybody famous. Then I teased my friend for suggesting Robert Smith was his own doppelganger with the quip, “My, my, somebody has a high opinion of himself.” The duel had begun.
I soon found myself hit with a barrage of e-mails with photo attachments of the scariest group of folks imaginable ranging from Kelly Bundy to Disney’s animated Alice in Wonderland. Needless to say, I began google-imaging at my end as well and sent a barrage back – Stiv Bators, Edward Scissorhands and even a nude photo of Iggy Pop clearly having seen better days. It was a virtual photographic sparring match. Admittedly it was rather fun until I looked at the clock – d’oh!
Long story short, I wasted 2 ½ hours playing this goofy game, am now 
totally exhausted and have but the surrounding images to show for my efforts. So, let this be a lesson to us all…
FRIENDS DON’T LET FRIENDS FACEBOOK AT 4AM!
Looks very productive to me. In fact, I would say it’s genius!!!!
Devi! This made me laugh since in our circle we say, “friends don’t let friends DRUNK facebook!” Some of us are meaner after a few,and the next day we regret what we posted for the entire facebook world to read. I have been unfriended once or twice for drunk facebooking blunders.
However, I must disagree about nothing good happening after 2am. Being a creative person, my mind shuts down during the day when I have to deal with mundane things like laundry, bills, etc. But, for some reason, when I sleep my mind runs wild and some of my best work has come from waking with a thought or image, jumping out of bed and running with it. Soooo, those dreams of yours may have been saying to you, “Devi, get up and write a fantastic horror/thriller about beanbags, baseball bat abuse, and the Nutcracker!!! Cheers!