this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
21 March 2004

Sometimes, I wonder if I should be leading the regular sort of life--going to bars, chatting up strangers (if I were single, of course), getting piss-ass drunk, and having those crazy nights that people always seem to have while doing one or more of the above. This wondering was furthered when my roomie returned from the Cayman Islands with tales of meeting people, famous or friend of famous.

Then again, I also have to wonder if I just wouldn't enjoy it as much I do my quiet life. To me, sheer bliss lies in a day full of sunshine, no work to do, and plenty of books. Does that make me any less happy than the people who are 'normal'? I don't know. I suppose I'll have a period in my life where I'll need to explore all that, but for now, I'm content.