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Line's dead. Life's dead. One letter away from each other.

It's a stretch. A bad pun. I'm reduced to that. Making bad puns to amuse myself as I try once more to reconnect. And not succeeding too well at even amusing myself.

My online friends would be cheering me up right around now, if I could connect. Some have lighthearted mockery, some have wise commentary, some are simply odd. I have an existance there. I live online, and nowhere else.

I can't support my habit any more. When I worked at HP, they paid - paid! - for an ISDN line, but when I got fired from there, and couldn't get another job, what with the recession and all, I had to work stocking shelves at the local Safeway, and that barely coves food, shelter, and a phone line, much less anything better. I'm reduced to cadging free AOL CDs and going account hopping. I'm @aol.com. How much more humiliating can you get?

And even that's gone dead. Like everything else.