As I was going about numerous monotonous tasks at work today, the though occured to me that while tech problems are fairly routine at Seabury, my other place of work (U Blog) has a faculty that is least likely to need any outside tech help whatsoever. Think about it. And we don't need any security perssonnel either! While quite a few of us are wusses, between Halley and Rageboy alone, you've got enough brawn to intimidate and malefactors. And that's not to mention Eric Norlin, who used to be in the CIA. Of course, we don't have a physical campus (that I know of) in the first place, or anything really worth stealing for that matter, but that's beside the point. Is there a point? No, I guess not. Oh well, babbling is fun too.

As I was saying before, something always feels kind of off when I'm away from home. I really am a creature of habit. When I wake up, I go to the basement and check my mail and comics. I make sure to spend at least a couple hours on the phone with Tim each week, and a few more taking with more friends online. Even work, boring as it gets sometimes, fits comfortably into the jigsaw puzzle of my life.

I got home from vacation yesterday evening and I've already spent seven and a half hours out with my friends. Not bad, huh? And when I'm not out and about I have the ethernet cord sticking out of my arm like an IV. There's so many things here that I just take for granted. Kinda sad, really. But I guess it's part of who I am. vacations are fun for me, but I always feel so transplanted, because I'm not fulfilling my normal routine. I really am a homebody. And it always seems that I write these at night, which gives me a very good excuse for continuing this train of thought later. Night night.

I've been on vacation for the last week or so, visiting friends in Princeton, NJ with little to no internet access. So I snuck into the computer lab in the seminary here where Dad used to teach. It's always fun to come back hre and hang with old buddies, but today I just walked around my usual haunts on my own, reminiscing all the while. It felt wonderful. Just being there renewed old feelings as the memories surfaced. It felt peaceful, replaying scenes that aroused such pure joy and happiness.

OK, I know Mom told me not to apologize on my blog, but this is a special occasion. I am sorry that i stopped blogging for two weeks leaving you with a post about how crappy my love life is. I'll try not to let it happen again. Now, back to business. Last night some of my friends and I went down to my friend Grace's house to watch the remake of Psycho. First off, they got the wrong one (the original, which I am assured is actually the better version) and second, the girls outnumbered us two to one, so every time a knife showed or the music went Vweep! Vweep! Vweep! they would scream en masse and cling top everybody else. Not that I'm complaining, but that didn't really help to abet my own fear. All in all tho, it was a good movie and we all had fun, even one of my friends, who will remain nameless, who ate an entire bag of cheese puffs on his own. But he survived, so all's well that ends well. To close randomly, I'd like to quote my friend here explaining why he never worries. "Everything's all right unless someone dies. And sometimes even then."