[fill in percentage here] of accidents happen near or around the home.

Ah, home. Where the heart is. It's where you lay your hat. My castle, although not necessarily my fortress [If that's not a saying, don't blame me. I asked my brother for a saying about homes. That's his contribution. I love you, Danny.] Since my brain no longer holds any more cliches or references to homes, I must move along to the rest of the post.

Yesterday I got home. I meant to read. Instead, I collapsed into an exam-induced coma. Then I went to a ceremony for Danny's Boy Scout troop. It was... cool, I guess. The inspirational speaker... the only thing I remember about his speech was "Be Prepared." It was his first and last line. I didn't really listen to anything else. Oh, yeah. He also had eight steps or something to success or something... I only remember the last and most important one: Your Why. The only reason that one stuck with me is I couldn't tell if he was saying that your "whine" or your "wife" was the most important. After I figured out it was "why," I stopped paying attention again.

I already miss my roomies. I miss getting e-mail the second it arrives. I miss my high-speed internet connection. I miss AIM. Oh, God Almighty, how I miss AIM. How will I fritter away hours now? I guess I'll have to go back to boring old reading books... *sigh*