Thanks for the clarification, Ron. This sort of communication-- hardly natural-- doesn't always translate well, so I wouldn't bother myself too much about it. Personally, I feel positively swamped sometimes with all the text 'washing over my screen'. Maybe some night after an especially gruelling day, I'll have a nightmare that I'm stuck…
Thanks for the clarification, Ron. This sort of communication-- hardly natural-- doesn't always translate well, so I wouldn't bother myself too much about it. Personally, I feel positively swamped sometimes with all the text 'washing over my screen'. Maybe some night after an especially gruelling day, I'll have a nightmare that I'm stuck in quicksand composed of text or that it's chasing me through the neighbourhood.
Zazzy, I've had that nightmare - bad enough then, soul-crushing in the waking hours. That's why I long for the coffeehouse with the crackling fire - natural, the way we are meant to communicate. Thus, the root of the word, communing. Waiting on you and Dreamy...
Thanks for the clarification, Ron. This sort of communication-- hardly natural-- doesn't always translate well, so I wouldn't bother myself too much about it. Personally, I feel positively swamped sometimes with all the text 'washing over my screen'. Maybe some night after an especially gruelling day, I'll have a nightmare that I'm stuck in quicksand composed of text or that it's chasing me through the neighbourhood.
Zazzy, I've had that nightmare - bad enough then, soul-crushing in the waking hours. That's why I long for the coffeehouse with the crackling fire - natural, the way we are meant to communicate. Thus, the root of the word, communing. Waiting on you and Dreamy...