We've had way WAY too much shore leave lately. I don't know what to do with myself.
I've found myself telling the antidote involving that reoccurring moment when I realize that Vanity forgot to put her bathing suit on and is about to leap into the water. This is no dream it actually happened twice and is likely to happen again (hopefully not at the same time a mic goes out.) I find this story more amusing and better to tell than the time Viking flipped out about his pants which were hiding from him.
I get a shot of adrenaline at about 8pm on Thursdays, see my body knows it's show time. I don't really like the feeling. It's like being on stimulants when you'd rather not be. I told my brother the other day that we didn't need to take drugs we are drugs. Amazing. Yet oddly true. Not true in that annoying scientific way but true in an experiential psychological way.
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