The MySpace page was blaring the song, “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol. I was sitting in the dark, half-awake, trying to figure out how to turn the damn song off. I finally found the pause button below the fold and the computer stopped singing. Mike walked into the living room, illuminated by the glow of my screen.

“What are you doing?”

I looked at the MySpace page, disappointed.

“I’m looking for Chelly Bird,” I replied, “This is NOT her.”

It looked like it was going to be her. Female, 38, right name, but she is definitely NOT Chelly. For a moment, before the page started yelling, “Let’s waste time, chasing cars,” I thought, “Wow! Chelly is in the UK now. That’s awesome!” Instead, a different Chelly Bird is back in the UK with her brother and sisters.

“Are you awake?” Mike asked. After several bouts of sleepwalking, I can understand why he would ask me that. It was four in the morning and I was staring at the computer like a zombie.

“I just had a dream that I saw Chelly Bird. I thought I’d google her name, but I’m the second entry for her name.”

“Not everyone is on the Internet.”

“I know, but sometimes I get surprised by that fact.”

“Think about it. If she was on the Internet, she would have already emailed you to complain that you’re the first on Google for her name.”

“Yeah… I know…”

I returned to Google, but the rest of the listings were less my old friend than the nice girl in the UK with a Robbie Williams fetish. I tried other friends from my grade school past. Stefanie Pillaris? Nothing… Kirstie Salamanikas? NOTHING! With a name like Kirstie Salamanikas, she definitely would have shown up if she had logged into anything with her real name. I tried LinkedIn, Facebook and LiveJournal. Nothing.

Not everybody is on the Internet, I know…

But then I tried searching for myself. Back when they knew me, my name was Laura Lund. Okay… there I am. Halfway down the list, but there. I guess if they are looking for me, they’ll find me.