Dear Internets,

I know I have been kind of on and off with you in the last couple of days. But look at my dedication now!

Here I am sitting in a trailer park laundry room just to spend a couple of bytes with you.

And now, when my disappointment over not enough e-mails from mere mortals kicks in, I understand that your way of telling me that I am missed is through a list of YouTube subscription updates I can work my way through. Then I turn on my iTunes and the podcast updates seem to just flow in (actually stumble in most of the times due to bad-trailer-park-internets - you have to work on that!) and give me new pleasures.

Twitter has shown a total disregard to my existence and catching up is utopian. Facebook seems to be just fine without me (which breaks my heart after all the hours and days I spent with it). At least my fantasy baseball teams seem to have a sincere longing for my time and effort.

So, I will try betterment knowing that the future is dark as most trailer parks seem to neglect you and rather elect to live in a world of seclusion, pain and suffering.

I will bring you pictures from my mothers facebook albums, I will print out what you need me to print, I will update my status on twitter, I will update my status on facebook, I will keep neglecting my MoSpace, I will look up when the Marlins won the World Series again on Wikipedia, I will also google what the fuck these power plants at Lake Michigan are up to, I will keep my Azureus running as long as I can, I will catch up with The Onion, and now I will leave you tonight for a better tomorrow.

Good night Internets. Although I know you never sleep and always watch over me and my binaries.

Mo.