Returned from Western New York to find that our house didn't burn to the ground, nor was it robbed in our absense. This makes me feel good; my paranoia is sated for yet another day.

WNY was nice, but I'm glad to be back home. I like hanging out with friends, but sleeping in my own bed is almost better. Being in a place where I can walk around without pants IS better. No offense folks. I just don't like pants. I think society would be better if we did away with them.

What? Me, feeling punchy and a bit tired? Nah. Why would you ask?