[the new bed, perfect for flying a kite off the side or touching the ceiling]

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Dear World Wide Web: i still kind of like you, but i really don’t love you like i used to. in fact, that goes for my entire computer. whereas i used to spend untold hours working on things, coding, reading, clicking links and editing pictures, now i can’t sit still staring at the screen. it’s isolating. it’s boring. it’s depressing and uplifting for all the wrong reasons. lately it reminds me how far away my people are…somewhere measured in triple-digit (and quadruple-digit) mapquest miles. sure, we connect and check in through the computer. but in my most insecure moments, the computer fails me with the ease of too many things left unsaid and too many misunderstandings that can come from the typed (vs. spoken) word. i want to hear adult voices. i want to be face to face. i want to share real coffee and real macaroons and really laugh out loud, not “LOL”. i’m missing that. i’m missing connection and comfort, and having people know, really, how you are. and the computer’s not helping.

well not today, anyway.