Here we go. Offline for a month. Gonna be rough. I know the Enemy will be after me. All those little excuses, the little lies, the justifications. They'll be swarming me. So please, if you will, pray hard for me. I'm gonna need it.

And for those of you who might think I'm going too far, chew on this:

I just talked to a friend of mine tonight. Two, in fact, whom I do not even remember the last time we talked. They've been online the same time as me, often enough that all I had to do was double-click. Two clicks, type something, hit enter. And I never did.

This is what he does to you. This is what the Thief of Joy takes delight in. He takes one little thing, something innocent and simple, and he turns it into an addiction. My heart tears to think upon all the people I've missed... just by never taking the time to talk. The internet has stolen me from everyone and everything that I love.

It hurts, dammit. But at least I'm feelin' something. At least my heart mourns. If I felt nothing, I would already be lost.

Take care, all of you. I'll see you in September.