|Is it just me, or is it time to hire a community therapist?|
Meanwhile, The Chef is on his own planet:
|The Fonz wrote "stop making fun of goal club"|
I was even thinking about pulling a Jack Kerouac and setting out on an impromptu road trip to Austin. It seemed like a good idea until I learned that the person I was going to ride along with was travelling south on a drug-smuggling mission of sorts. I wasn't in the mood to go to jail, so I skipped out on that adventure (hence the word "NO" next to the question about traveling and The Poet's negative feelings about Texas...).
You know, I never really realize how weird my life is until I type things like that out.
I need to come up with a temporary escape plan that doesn't involve illegal activity or Texas. Anybody got any grand ideas?