I will confess something that is surely not a shock to anyone who knows me. I am terrible at keeping in touch. I don't do it. I had dear friends in college, and had dear friends (well, one or two) in NYC when I was there. And yet, do I e-mail? No. Do I call? No. Do I respond, even, in anything resembling a timely manner? No. And does that make me a bad person? It sure as hell does.

So I promise to do better, I promise to write, I respond to a year's worth of e-mail, or a year's worth of waiting for an e-mail email with a long, tasty notye... because by then it had better be long and tasty. And I feel crappy doing it, and it never comes out right, and I'd rather just chat with these people each day, not throug...

I'd rather chat. Each day.

And so I do, with my friends from Iowa. I chat via instant messenger. Not every day, but often enough that I still feel like I'm part of their lives, at least a little bit. It is funny, because we certainly don't tell each other that "today we went to the grocery store and there was this huge peach with a growth on it that, I swear, looked like my second grade teacher!" But we keep that connection, that bond.

Hell, it is something, right? And with voice chat coming to a phone near you, and video chat a reality now, well, it can only get better.

So. Kim. Yev. Nancy (if you still think I exist). Get on chat, and drop me a line. I have one of everything (AIM, Yahoo, yes, even an MSN account).

I'd love to chat.