recently (ok, today) i returned from the land of Vacation.
vacation was nice. it lasted a week and a day.
i fasted, i read a book (a whole book) and i watched Samurai Jack.
I will do this again but for two weeks this time.
this morning i stepped out of Vacation
and returned to a place called Reality
reality is defined as loud noises and weird looking people playing strange music like Movado (she back it up on me!)
nargh! why toto why! i know i can't stay in Kansas but couldn't we transplant some of the air...
still i trod on through the familiar lands of Reality where bills are present and a paycheck is still forthcoming... and various clients want the world and a cupcake too.
i'm complaining - Lord i'm sorry...
B is [indeed] for Reality.
hence the question mark