Ayo, Technology.

First Keith, and now 50 Cent? Something must be up.

It's uncharacteristic for me to post two days in a row, but, again, it just feels right.

Today was a funny day--I felt kind of weird all day and then we went to a Cardio Sculpt class at the Y which was just phenomenally difficult, and then I got home and was so tired and something great happened: I got mail. Not only did my New Yorker arrive, but I got my first Mississippi mail from Skidmore (yes, I'll be at Celebration weekend. DUH), AND a wonderful Vineyard postcard from soon-to-be city girl my most darling Emily. And the night just got better, thanks to my good friend technology. I had a splendid conversation with Miss Emily before making a great dinner. I took a picture of my great dinner because it was made in a fantastic pot that I was lucky enough to get for graduation, and I sent that picture along to the "presenter of the pot." And just when you're thinking "I love technology," a la Napoleon Dynamite which I first watched at 719 Hazelhurst, it only gets better.

As usual I chatted with Sara and Michael and Raina and Melissa and the rest of the regulars on the facebook chat, and then I remembered Skype, which I have only used extensively when Julia was abroad, and otherwise I just forget about it. So I opened skype, my new gateway to the world, and giddily (is that a word?) rang Raina, and there she was--my darling rainabow--right in front of me on my computer, sitting in her bed, the glare of her tv ever-so visible. I almost cried (not surprising) as we promised to say goodnight to each other "in person" more often.

I thought I couldn't be happier, but then Michael indugled me in a 42 second Skype call, which was typical, wonderful, and just simply nice. Then he had to take a walk, though I'm only now realizing how semi-suspicious that sounds.

Now I'm writing this, gmail just notified me that Sara Riker wrote on my wall, and I can go to sleep smiling, thinking about how it is almost NST, and thanking technology from the bottom of my heart for making my favorite people that much closer.

That doesn't take you off the hook for visiting though, okay?

Love,
Claire