Consider this one of the most self-indulgent posts that I am going to foist on you this week.

Twitter suspended my account. I’m not sure why. I’m assuming at this moment that its due to a technicality. I expect it to be restored in the next few hours. However, given that I can’t tell you how odd it is to lose access to Twitter on that service itself, where I would usually put such thoughts, I’m blogging it. You’re not really welcome.

Here’s what happens if you are helpless Twitter devotee and are blocked from the microblogging platform: Oh shit, I’ve been blocked. [F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5]. Blink. [F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5]. F***. What did I do last night? [A mental check]. I’ll read the Suspended Accounts page. And again. Ok, there’s supposed to be a form that I’m to fill out. Wait, I’m a f****** tech blogger, why don’t I get extra love? Where is this damn form? F***.

That’s where I’m at right now. Remember the time that Gmail locked you out of your inbox all morning and it was a veritable cluster? What’s funny is that I bet you whined about it on Twitter. I sure as hell did. But I want to talk about not being able to use Twitter, on Twitter.

I broke down and posted a panicked ‘tha f***’ to Facebook and felt dirty.

Alright, I’m going to get back to being a little technology bitch and fretting about my pathetic digital life. But really, Twitter, can I come home now?

Update: I’m back. @Alex is back in action.