Dear Self:

When looking at old friends and thinking about old things turns mild homesickness into a palpable ache, it’s time to stop looking at Facebook and start trying to find a house in Orlando.

Facebook

Please, someone explain to me why I have suddenly succumbed to Facebook. I’ve avoided it for ages, I don’t bother to check MySpace anymore, and yet here I am. Adding friend requests like nobody’s business. Oy.

And while you’re at it, please tell me why I’m looking through people with whom I went to high school. As if I want to remember the vast majority of them.

Oh well. Just call me the little joiner. Feel free to send me a message on there. Unless of course you can’t remember my last name, in which case you can leave me a message here.