All you will ever be to me is the word "Stranger" in red font.

I have a dentist appointment tomorrow--I am not excited. I generally hate people touching me for extended periods of time, and the fact that an oral hygienist will be probing the inside of my mouth for at least twenty minutes tomorrow fills me with anxiety to the point of insomnia. I need to get up in approximately four hours, but instead of sleeping I'm listening to Beethoven and writing this blog. Such is life.
I used to think that I hated how integrated the internet was in modern life. I have come to realize, however, how much I adore it. Facebook practically rules my life, I don't know what I would do without wikipedia and Google Books is slowly becoming a daily visit. I frequent Omegle, I'm blogging more regularly, stumbling is the only sport I practice, and it's only a matter of time before I succumb to the horrors of twitter and other mass social online experiments. It's ironic how the internet brings millions of people who would never have met any other way, but the experience is so impersonal I wonder if it is even worth it. I (like anybody else in my age group) have "met" people on line through various social networking site. I'll never know these people, won't even talk to them again. Is the internet worth the disintegration of our species social skills? Yeah, probably.