WHY FACEBOOK IS TURNING ME INTO AN INSOMNIAC (selective-narcolepsy-style)

So i was actually a selective narcoleptic-insomniac way before FB.
But i have come to realize that i enjoy the paparazzi-celebrity effect that FB activity provides for my catalogue of moments longing for permission to proceed towards procrastination and miscellaneous information. Especially with the latest upgrade and updated format of the Facebook app on the IPHONE (thanks Francis). I get my dose often. It’s like Calcium. I used to read the STAR magazine and PEOPLE. Now I just check out the FB newsfeed to see where my peeps are at. Holla! The news they care about enough to +share/ click link this. It’s like making superheroes out of ordinary citizens. I’m on it. It does a body good. RED CARPETS ARE EVERYWHERE. Really, everywhere. No, I’m not paranoid. Check out my 1,001 photos of me (literally). Check the Tag-gloids (wordplay on Tabloids), event reports: Where they went to dinner last night. What concert rocked and why. Who won the slam last night? Who’s going to IWPS? Who’s in love, who broke up, who thinks everything is always so complicated? Who’s writing poems? Hell, who’s got 20 (likes) on a status update posted 10 minutes ago. Enquiring minds WANT TO KNOW. Apparently. So keep up the good work all 1,642 of my closest friends, fans, stalkers and colleagues. I can’t tell you when I’m going to finally outgrow this. I’m sure at some point we all will. Twitter this: Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo reports 1,642 was the friend count at the time of this post.
Is this news REALLY worthy of reporting? Probably not. But that’s the VERY essence of the FACEBOOK NATION that makes this phenomena so intriguing.