The internet and I have been together for as long as I can remember. That’s really not saying a lot because when it all comes down to it, I can’t remember much.
For a while there, I though the internet and I were getting along fine. It was always there for me when I needed it, told me things I needed to hear, things I shouldn’t have to hear and a few things I forgot… I honestly forgot more than I remember… I think.
But this morning, it feels… different. I feel as though the internet is taking my links and burying them in cookies, code, archives and all other nether regions of the world wide wonder. I cannot rise to the top because I cannot hold enough air. So I float…unmoving… that’s why the internet hates me.
I will of course try and make it right somehow… but for now I’m going to lick my wounds and float. What else is a Bob supposed to do?
