And now it isn’t. I went away for it, and now I’m back. The thrill of it all. Really, really great weekend, spent with my oldest friends. I always feel the need to explain, no they’re not old, I’ve just known them longer than any of my other friends. English. Very confusing language. Coming home from a weekend at their house is always so depressing. There I was in the gorgeous place, with people I love, having a great time, where my friend John always make my favorite food, steak on the grill by John, and now here I am back in my dump of a prison box. On the other hand, if you think your life sucks, I found out that someone I actually know in actual real life is going on vacation for a WEEK, to a place that costs $7,000 per NIGHT. Not year, month, or even week. Night. I don’t have words. That’s almost four times the money I get in a year.