These Interwebs

After climbing out of bed this morning I flipped open my laptop. Hey...wait a minute. I closed it again. I picked it up and examined it from a different angle. Huh...

There was no new scratch on the corner of my laptop. It had been a dream.

Yes, it's true, I've been dreaming about my computer.

I've also had extended sex dreams about a boy named Chris sent to me by Madeline. This dream included emails sent between Madeline and I and Chris and I.

So, I think we've crossed that line. We can no longer turn the machines off.


More soon, I promise...