"Uncle Fluffy"

That's one of my favorites. Speaking of favorites, you really don't all have to go off to where ever it is that you people go when you finally grow up into adulthood (UT Austin. Just pretend I coughed in between that to make it subtle). Seriously, we've got like a nine hundred square foot apartment attached to our house. You could live in there, do a little KWC and spend the rest of the day playing cards and drinking excessive amounts of coffee talking about nothing and everything and living where we live at our utmost comfort level in the presence of those we love and those that love us. A life full of fellowship exempt from pressure. The inert practicality should sell the idea itself. But I would imagine that's why it's called an idea and not a reality. Farewells. The ones you anticipate the least and the most for the oppurtunity to throw a pep rally turn into these bizzare sleep-walking rushed out dreams. There's got to be an easier way to say you care. I'm not about to overestimate the relationships I have. So maybe the UT thing was a little out of line. I wonder what the day when I'm on the other end of the goodbye is going to feel like.