There’s not really much you can do on Twitter other than inform people of your wares or your outrages. If you have no wares, the outrages will do. Misery loves company. It feels better to know you’re not alone in your discontent. The resulting exhaustion is something like contentedness. So, that’s what you do. Toss a few comments in the stream, expecting nothing, not even a gentle ripple reaching the shore. Yet another idle moment. Yet another next thing.