So why am I thinking about getting back into it? God only knows. But I wish he’d clue me in on it.

Maybe it’s the summer air. It could be the boredom. Might be the constant banging on my wall that comes from my over-sexed neighbor in the apartment next to me. As a result I find myself up in the middle of the night wondering what to do with my time since sleep is elusive. Or maybe, just maybe, I feel the urge to communicate in the vast digital abyss.

Is anybody out there?