One More Final Exam

What do you call starting to drink at 3 in the afternoon and stopping at 12 am?

A. Vacation
B. A Problem
C. Monday

If you guessed C, you're correct.

The Apology

I haven't been around much. But, I have had good reason.

I've been having the most wonderful, frustrating, euphoric, maddening, sobering, wildest, funniest, cathartic, bitterest, sweetest time of my life.

It's hard to explain.

I feel like a pair of conjoined twins wearing a custom-made straight-jacket. The twins are fond of each other, but each would like to try being on their own for a while. Thus, they jump and strain and gnash their teeth in an attempt to separate themselves.

Each twin holds the mistaken belief that he possesses the only liver, but is reluctant to tell the other.

Worst...metaphor...ever!

Another Year Of Reality To Face?

So...tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 22 years old. My last birthday found a still-drunk Guillermo stumbling into class to take his final.

My final (the only final I had) is already over.

And the peasants rejoiced! (Yay.)

I'm sure almost everyone is familiar with the little calendars your kindergarten teachers had that would say: Today is...and then have hot or cold or whatever. There is a similar type of calendar that I have seen on people's refrigerators. They say: Today I'm feeling...happy sad hungry loquacious whatever. They're pretty common; even my psychologist had one.

I think if I had one of those right now I'd have to set it to "fear."

I am feeling fear.

It's not that bad, not really. I just haven't felt it in a long time; not in this capacity.

It's the way I'd imagine a rabbits might feel as they streak across a field with no protective foliage.

(Is anyone else picturing a naked rabbit running through a field? "We're going streaking! Woo!")

Yes, well, on that note. I think I'll take a shower and go to bed.