Change is in the wind, my friends. Take heed and let hope spring eternal in all your tingly bits, for the time is soon coming for abject jubilation.

I know that sounds really classical and awesome, and you’re probably wondering who wrote it. Shakespeare, maybe. Or Hemingway. Well I just made it up suckas, so that’ll teach you to make hasty assumptions about the veracity of snooty sounding literature, won’t it?

The other night–when I was too hopped up on the “add” to sleep–I decided it might be fun to go back and read all of my prior blog posts. So I did. And you know what I realized? I don’t seem to be nearly as much fun as I used to be.

But that’s the funny thing about perception. It’s limited by the angle of reality that you’re given, and–oh, sh** there I go again being all philosophical when I’m going for levity. Damn it!

Huh. I guess boring habits are harder to break than bad ones. So here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to try to reflect more of the humor in my life, because I’m coming up on another drastic geographical and social change here, and I’m guessing that it will be the mother of many awkward and hilarious situations. So I’m going to vent more, blog more, joke more, and worry about summarizing less. Does that sound like fun?

Well? Does it? Come on, answer me when I’m talking to you!

Pshht. Readers these days.