Old buddies, or: ain't the Internet the shit?

I googled Kai, my old roommate from Germany, found his email, and sent him a quick message. In it I apologized for not writing in German, since I was at work, didn't have my Langenscheidt's, and in any case I'm way out of practice schreibening auf Deutsch (bad! bad!). I sometimes worry that with all the utter bullcrap my government's been up to in the last decade, my old friend mightn't be particularly in the mood to fraternize with those of the American persuasion. Then again, he might just be busy. He's a management consultant.

I also got one from my college classmate Sandy, who now lives in Atlanta. He has sporadic internet access. He's a great guy; I'm happy to be back in touch with the old chap. He says he'd love to come visit us in New Jersey after we move. You know, he used to work in NYC, for a book publisher. Speaking of books, he recommended one to me to help with my anxiety/stress excess. I forget the title, but I'll have to look it up.

My posts lately have been rather functional and inelegant, haven't they? I don't feel particularly thrilled by the beauty of language at the moment. Eh. I dunno, I'm just reporting. This sucks.