Passing the time

I was folding laundry earlier, cleaning around... fuck it. being domestic.

and then the computer does the little bellring whatever sound. Sounds almost like... those old bell whatever chime sounds during the read-along cassettes we had when growing up... it's time to turn the page when you hear [chime].

Anyways, i was being domestic, when I heard a chime go off.

[chime]

Behold, an instant message. ah, a friend of mine.

[chime]

and we had a nice conversation about the day, the weather, life, snowangels, and whatever else. and then how she'd met her current SO. yeah, i've friends who'd met off the net, hit it off, got married, and now have a baby daughter.

hmm. yeah. the net. what makes meeting on the net different from meeting at the bar, or whereever else?
sure, you have instant feedback in the face-to-face interaction in person. they even have voice capabilities.
and video. technology is grand. i dunno. my train of thought is starting to get derailed cuz my sleepy ass wants to sleep cuz it's 3 frickin am.

but i do my best thinking around this time. and it passes the time.