Was just thinking about how strange it was to be sitting in an IS300 full of car enthusiasts when the only thing I seem to know about cars is how to wreck them.
Aaron offered up the keys to his new BMW and I hope it was with the knowledge that I would say no because if he seriously thought that I might say yes I would seriously question his sanity.
My life has turned upside-down in a matter of weeks. I feel like I'm in a time warp (a slightly offset time warp) except I'm a little older and perhaps even a little wiser. Everything is coming back to me as a result of my newfound free time, everyone's newfound singleness (99 billion breakups and counting), random phone call from a lost friend to an old friend, drunk dialing (which was perhaps a good thing) and IMing (sorry sorry sorry to all of you), and a million other bizarre happenings.
Hm. Get your mind around that. I'm still having trouble.