Life is strange, and often quirky.
For example, my most incredible suprise birthday party took place when I had been awake for 35 hours. The utter irony: surrounded by food, and barely able to get a few bites before falling unconscious. Fortunately, those bites included the most incredible brownie-chocolate things ever. Yum.
I also realized I've been socializing too much, and not spending enough time with people. I'm always chasing "the crew", counting on greater entertainment with a greater number of people. Oh, I do spend some quality time with Sharon, but by far most weekends are spent with at least five other people. I've been missing the great joy of one-on-one friendship, talking with someone on a more personal level. I'm surrounded by people who make great such friends, I'm just not taking advantage of it. So when I corner you in a dark alley, I just want to talk.
I've also noted a disturbing development among another smaller group. Specifically, Sharptiano, Scott, and Ziggy have really let me down. I've always admired their qualities: Sharptiano's death-blast, Scott's mind-control, and Ziggy's god-like powers. But yesterday night they were all bested by homework. Only I shared in the rich goodness of Walnut Maple Pumpkin Cheesecake. I win.