Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Dear Internet,

Tonight is my last full night with you, for tomorrow evening the desktop computer, modem and router will be packed up, so why can I not find anything I want to look at? Why am I not shopping for shoes, or downloading songs, or reading another cringeworthy story about Tom Cruise and his Stepford girlfriend, or perusing porn? Why, internet, why? Maybe it's just me, withdrawing emotionally, shutting down so I can't feel the pain, but we'll be separated for at least a week, internet, won't you miss me?

Just promise me this, Internet, promise that nothing good will happen, no funny news stories, no good new blogs, no sales on underwear, no shining examples of celebrity lameness, promise that nothing good will happen until I'm back. Please? And I promise I'll drive fast and get to Savannah as quickly as possible and hook up the internet as soon as humanly possible. It would be really cool if you could cause some kind of glitch and make blogger be down until I get back so I don't miss anything. Just make sure that Gmail keeps working in case I find some internet access somewhere in the middle of that godforsaken drive.

Thanks

I'll miss you,

C-8

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