I'm completely cut off from the outside world at work. I'm not allowed to surf the web, and there are some weird port problems that have cut off FTP, iTunes radio, and all my messenger services.

So if you don't see me online, that's why. You should email me to say hello, because it's lonely without my quick meaningless chats with people I like.

. . .

The other day my mom said the most brilliant thing about my little brother: That he's a New Soul. My jaw hung open for about a minute while I computed how simple and true it was.

This kind of makes me think of the beautiful essay i was writing about him that I lost in the Big Writing Loss of earlier this year, and that makes me want to cry, so I'm out.