Back to Reality

My gawd, winter vacation went by entirely too fast. All things being relative, I'm sure anything short of an entire month of vacation would've seemed inadequate, but that's neither here nor there. Like many others, much of my valuable vacation time was spent with the valuable people in my life. Can I just say, aside from the fantastic ice cream, I love going home to old friends--it's really like picking up right where we left off when the hilarity and ridiculousness kicks in (typically, by the 5th or 6th drink). Hopefully, the pictures won't surface to ruin any hopes of a political career in my future.

What I love about my friends: despite how brilliant, ambitious, professional, & intellectual they might be by day, together we have absolutely no qualms against displaying the utterly and embarrassingly ridiculous nature within us all. In an age when we've become obsessed with our own images, it's so refreshing to lose that superimposed necessity to perpetuate facades. But now I'm just talking like a crazy person... then again, crazy is relative.

Being crazy just means you're not doing what everyone else is doing. Being crazy is doing something that you're not supposed to be doing, and I can't find much fault in that.