I have been stuck here in paradise. Unemployed college graduate as promised. Holed up here in north Texas, being privately funded by my grandparents who haven't seen me for quite some time. I haven't cooresponded to very many of my old friends, which causes me to question their status. Brock would understand... Soon I will return to the land of my birth, (Louisiana) until then I will resign to be slowly driven crazy by relatives of mine. My only light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel is a friend of mine Erin. She and I have spoken with one another at a furious pace. She brings me news of the outside world and I have someone I can vent to. She should be rewarded for her efforts. Whether by chat, messenger, text, voice, or e-mail we have been communicating with as many methods as technology has provided for us. Soon I will be home, and I can strip myself of all this technology and emply a method which has long since died out. Face to face.