I slowly lie back and the warm ocean waves break over my shoulders.

*Wow, that sounds really good rignt now. I was going to creatively use the ocean as a metaphor for plugging back into my highspeed cable internet as compared to dial up at my parents house, and use that to just explain that I am not back in Lincoln. But after typing that first sentance that just sounds like too much of a dream to mess with at the moment.

peace