There were so many nights in Boulder...

There were so many nights in Boulder and other places when I had posted something embarrassing, deeply embarrassing on facebook or on my blog, only later realizing why and how it was so embarrassing, after I had gone back to my spot; the library had closed! No access to a computer, I was forced w/ sitting there under the bridge or wherever with nothing to do, but the nagging guilt of something which I had put up on facebook or my blog which was poor poor poor eating at my heart, aware that my friends were READING THAT, and THAT was something that I hated, and yet there was nothing that I could do about it at this point: just had to wait 'til tomorrow. This used to happen to me all the time when I was living in Tupelo, Boulder, Salem.