So Chris and Sammi and I were talking Friday night at the Landing. (If you saw someone skulking about derisively quoting "Macavity," that was me. A caveat: I was mocking some kids who think that they're really good actors.) And so we're talking, and it is agreed that I think too much. That I need to learn to turn off my brain and just have fun sometimes. I can't though. It's a defense mechanism. ... well I can, but it takes a steady flow of alcohol, and as "fun" as killing my liver 24/7 sounds, I don't want to spend my life perpetually drunk. I don't remember enough already. I don't need alcohol-induced amnesia on top of that. I wish that I was able to turn off my brain and just relax, but I can't. Too self-conscious I suppose. I mean how many straight guys do you know that obsess over their appearance in a way that's not stereotypically hetero male? On a completely unrelated sidenote, My Mary-Kate and Ashley poster is spooky this month. Correction, it's spooky every month, but this month exceedingly so. Very few people can appreciate the spookiness I'm about to describe, but perhaps you can relate. They look like clones of my cousin Krista circa 16 or 17. Mary-Kate more so than Ashley but nonetheless. And before you think I'm sitting around counting the days until they're 18, I must say that I don't actually know that it's Mary-Kate who looks more like my cousin. I'm just basing it off of the assumption that it's not an "Ashley and Mary-Kate" calendar, so whoever is on the left must be Mary-Kate. What's so wrong with my calendar anyway, um, hello? Can you say kitsch?