I don’t know why I resisted it for so long – really, I don’t – but I gave in the other day. I’m a twit. A twitterer. I tweeted. Several times, even. And I’ll tell you a secret. I liked it. So now I’m hooked. Hooked on Twitter. Caught like a fish on a line, but happier about it. (Since when do I use fishing metaphors? Besides, “caught like a canary in a cage” would have been more appropriate.) And I’m stalking following people, which is totally cool. Cool because I’m nosy, not because stalking is in any way to be admired. I’ve hunted up, I mean tracked down, I mean – damn it’s hard to talk about this without sounding totally creepy – I’ve found most of my blog buddies (those who tweet, those I could find), so now I’m following you guys (see what I mean? Sounds like you need a restraining order.). If I missed you, it wasn’t on purpose. Leave me a comment or send me an email or hey, follow me, and I’ll follow you back. I’m easy that way. I’m still feeling my way around, so forgive me if I screw up. Better – tell me if I screw up so I don’t do it again. If you want to find me, I’m @zannah42 on Twitter.