I can no longer hide behind the unlived life of the dial-up user.

My last excuse for staring out into space in a sugar coma has vanished like the dust of yore (is that even word?...who cares).

I now must venture forth into the world or be on the Internet
There is no in between.
I must surf, or surf not
There is no try.

I must suffer the Starbuck's eggnog latte hangover, or stay sane
healthy, boring.

I must fill my life with trips to the mall, dry cleaner, and eye brow lady
Or I must feel the pain

Such is life.

Oh, cable modem.

How you change those you touch.