Enuf! Stop! I've had it! I'm drowning in a sea of cyberspace, too connected, too networked, too frazzled and friended to care about my friends. Identity theft might come as a welcome relief...if someone would steal my contacts, too. I wonder, is it my age or is something else driving my overworked soul into protest? Do the young and eager-for-connection have the inner yearning for quality over sheer quantity of substance? Something stirs deep within me as I receive the myriad tweets and twitters that occupy more time than I wish to devote to a virtual world. Is it my hungry heart, or is it just indignant indigestion? Somebody help me out, please!