Current mood:

restless

Blinking in the Blinding Light . . .
. . . of the interweb . . .

I have internet access at home again for the first time in over 4 years. And it's not dial-up. And I'm finding I'm . . . heh. . . rusty. Gmail is foreign to me. I have massive back-logs of spam and crap to clear from all my e-mails & Facebook & MySpace and . . . yeah.

But hey! I'm-a back! . . . or something . . . *looks around, wondering where the heck she actually is . . . * *waves tentatively to a whole lot of people she hasn't seen or heard from in a long time, wondering who's still around & who's gotten married &/or popped out babies . . . et cetera, et cetera, and waiting to see who she gets to laugh at for chiding her for being out of touch when her phone number hasn't changed, and pretty much anyone who wanted it had it*

However . . . I am finally able to discover the joys of Pandora! *GRINS*