So this is what happens if you decide to deactivate your Facebook account, realise that you don't have a friend's contact number, log back in as a means to reach him, deactivate account again, and then log back in because yet another friend sounds rather emotional in the latest correspondence with you, and deactivate YET again... and the laughably silly cycle goes on.
After a point, as you deactivate your account for the umpteenth time, Facebook informs you that you may only log back in after twenty-four hours. No problem, you tell yourself, and some twelve hours later you forget about that and attempt to sign in after a night out with friends. It tells you again that you may only do so after twenty-four hours.
You wonder if it means twenty-four hours after the notice you got straight after deactivation, or from the moment of your attempt to sign in, but think no more about it and go to sleep. The next day, a good full day after your last deactivation, you try to sign in again, only to be told to come back in fifteen hours and twenty-one minutes.
In short, Facebook is a temperamental bitch who is currently in a sulk because you taunted it one too many times by your multiple deactivations.
Bloody hell, if I wanted this sort of shit I'd have kept the bratty ex-boyfriend around.
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