Living in a powder keg and givin' off sparks

So I made it out of L.A. in one piece. Though I went out with a bang or, as Amy put it, "One more week and we would've had to stage an intervention." After four weeks spent partying instead of packing, three late night trips to In-N-Out Burger, two harassed bouncers, and one sick day later, I'm back in SF and loving it. This morning I walked through Chinatown on the way to my office. Yesterday I wanted to hug everyone in the Mission, crack addicts included. Although I miss my L.A. friends dearly, it feels good to be back. Unfortunately I'm connected to the internet by way of a squeaky dialup right now, so a 1000 word essay on the entire catalog of Ioan Gruffud-starring Horatio Hornblower films (which Amy and I managed to squeeze in over the last few weeks), will have to wait. I know you're on the edge of your seat.