Someone wants to know how things are with Mr. NBT. For those of you new on the scene, Mr. NBT stands for Mr. "Next Big Thing," a new relationship I have with someone I met through this weblog. It's all very meta and Web 2.0 and we could probably be a nice case study for someone's PhD thesis if anyone were still interested in blogs instead of v-logs or podcasts or MySpace or whatever you kids are into these days.
Anyway. The question -- how are things? Things are crappy. He came to visit, and now he's gone home. And the crappy part is that having him here was so good, and having him gone is really really hard. It is much harder than when he was gone before, because I didn't know how nice it was to have him here. It was normal to communicate by phone or email or text message. Now I'd rather look at him and smile or raise my eyebrows, and I don't WANT to talk on the cell phone. I don't want to have to tell him that it was so stormy last night that the windows rattled and I thought my boat blew over on the trailer. He should just know because we would have both heard it. So, I have this bad attitude about the distance between us. Next up is my visit down there, which is being schemed and planned now. You'll hear about it, I'm sure, in due time.