There's always somebody downstairs
Construction on our street no longer even rates a jackhammer, it seems: the ponderously concrete-cracking blows reverberating directly across the road are the product of effectively punching the sidewalk with a backhoe. I have those mornings, too, but I don't make my neighbors listen to them. Facebook permanently deactivated my account in the night, deleting fourteen years' worth of memories, photos, conversations, connections, my profile picture on a mountainside in Vancouver. It is still nice to read political news that does not feel like the rear view of an event horizon. My plan for the rest of the day is heavily tilted toward returning from this afternoon's doctor's appointment and trying to sleep.

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Sorry to hear about your Facebook account. I wonder if that got rid of the pictures of us together at that event in Brooklyn. :(
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May you sleep with just the right dreams.
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I wonder if it's possible to get the Facebook account undeleted? I don't think most sites like that immediately purge data, so perhaps something can still be done. :((
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Everything crossed for sound sleep post doctors.
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*hugs*
Nine
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I'm particularly sorry about your FB account, which seems really unwarrantedly awful. I do think it's possible that undeletion is a possibility -- I don't know if it's a certainty, but I don't trust FB to tell the truth or to get rid of any data, tbh. Might be worth pursuing, anyway.
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* It is still nice to read political news that does not feel like the rear view of an event horizon.*
I'm very, very pleased about this.
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Do you think you'll try creating another account?
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