Am in a generally hyper mood. Woke up this morning to the cutest face in the world waiting for me to wake up and play. Admit that after a two week hiatus was afraid he would have forgotten me. Or at least, found someone to replace me as his venerable and all-powerful leader (aka someone else to walk and feed and cuddle him).
Being at home is weird. Last night it was bittersweet, but today its just weird. I feel like I’ve crammed an entire quarter into a week and a half vacation. Also. I feel like the older I am, the harder it is to leave home. But once I’ve left, its harder to come back too. Does that make sense? no? Hookah smoking caterpillar? Who R U? What?
There are a lot of things to think about, and its strange, really, how skimming the bubbles off of a fish head stew puts things into perspective. And since that neither sounds delectable nor makes any sense at all, I leave you with possibly my favorite quote ever.
“Or maybe this is all pure gibberish – a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out there where the real winds blow – to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested… Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”
– Hunter S. Thompson