I think the rain is having some effect.

Every day the price of crude oil goes up, and every day gas prices reach a record high. The HAS to be some correlation there, but I just can't put my finger on it.

The greatest thing about being out of this country, was that I had no idea what the hell people were saying. The news was jibberish, and so were conversations. Ignorance truly is bliss!

The lack of routine was awesome. Every day was completely different and mind-blowing and I've barely scratched the surface of all the stories I could tell about it.

Since I've been home, life has been far less triumphant. I have weddings to go to, baby oriented things, girlfriendy things, family things...none of which I feel like participating in.

Before I was content with planning my landscaping for the season. Now things like that are mediocre and tiresome. What is the true nature of the blade? (of grass)

I've been mentally re-living all my many moments of triumph as a way to continue feeling untrapped by the day to day drudgery. Most of them occurred when I was single and jobless...imagine that. I hate being nostalgic, and I hate people that continuously relive the past.

I really despise going anywhere lately. Driving has really become burdensome.

Since I've been back, my desktop wallpaper has been The Bund in Shanghai. I can see my hotel in the picture. The 26th floor had a balcony where you could scenically overlook everything. There was no protective walls or warning signs up there, just a concrete railing that went slightly above your knees.

Looking down was fucking scary but awesome.

But I'm stuckaroo in just about everything here.

My next adventure, god willing, I'd like to be a trip to Okinawa. Actually, I'd like to do a tour of Pacific Theatre battlefields...that'd be amazing.