Annnnnnnnnd welcome back to Stage Two! Kind of snuck up on me there, came out of nowhere with a little bit of blindsiding. I'm hoping its just the weather, the clouds and rain, preventing us from going to the beach, which is always a good Stage Two killer. But no sun means no beach and being locked up in the apartment means being locked into homesickness. I shouldn't be complaining, I should be enjoying the fact that I have nothing to do because starting at the end of next week, I'm going to have two intense weeks of Texas teenage fun. Yeehaw! Distraction is always a sure fire way to avoid Stage Two, so that should definately help. I need to go out and take pictures.

One of the things that we don't have here and that I surprisingly don't miss is TV. I don't miss it. At all. I mean, I'd like to know what's going on in the world but there's the Drudge Report for that. And thanks to the lovely Dame Maggie Smith, I am caught up on the only three shows that matter: Lost, Scrubs, and The Office. I am actually getting ready to watch The Office right now, gearing up and getting excited. Sidenote: everyone (or every girl, I should say) goes on and on about how amazing Jim is. And granted, who wouldn't want to marry him? He's perfect in everyway. But that's just it. He's perfect. Where's the flaw? He loves too much? He has bedhead? He always says things that are too sweet? Its not real. Real may not always be fun and ideal, but so what. Real is good, imperfect is good, flaws are good. Eh, but what do I know. And furthermore, I feel for guys that have to follow in Jim's floppy-haired footsteps. Talk about a hard time, having to live up to expectations created by a fictional character. Jim does set the bar pretty high...


I always end up signing off with a picture, so here's today's: