Mr. Lighty, one of the principal characters from my one-act play, has finally been returned to his home at the MPTC. Best wishes, Mr. Lighty. Things won't be the same without you.

I found him as I was rummaging through boxes. My goal is to return everything that I have that doesn't belong to me, find a home for the things I don't want anymore, and brood over the rest before throwing it away.

I've discovered that everything I've ever written (excluding the blog) barely takes up a third of my foot locker.

Hmm.

I ditched work. Instead, I met up with Sky and some of the crew from Rocky Point at Applebee's for Happy Hour. They make a good margarita. Then it was off to beach volleyball at the ASU courts. Now I'm home. The computer was on (thus eliminating the excuse I've been using the past few days), so here I am.

But not for long. I'm going to shower and then throw away more memories.

But the night is young. There may even be enough time to make some new memories.

Remember the Riddle of the Sphinx.

Team X-Treme Goes Out For A Quick Drink At The Bar

Alan and I go out to Ra to grab a sake bomber around 10:30 pm.

Team X-Treme Returns Home

Alan and I stumble into our house at 8:07 am, having ended up at a house party instead of Ra.

And now we are mentally preparing ourselves for tonight, Cinco De Mayo. It looks like it's going to be a night of beer and beach volleyball.

Life is so hard.

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I am home.

I am alive.

I am well.