I am back. I think comments should be enabled now. So comment away. I think that desert and mountains trump beach. It is a tough call. I won't even get into the plane ride home... something about plane rides home and pills that makes me think I'm Nabokov. Actually, reading 'Invitation to a Beheading' right now. My room is nothing but boxes and books. Really, I'm trying to avoid slash at the moment. I've always thought it would kill me, but so far I've been able to sleep a little bit. Still... the plane... I usually start going stir crazy when I try this. Let me know if I'm being outwardly self destructive. Well, it's not like I'm totally giving up the slash mechanism. I'm just trying to channel it into more outwardly productive things, like writing non-fan fiction, or work, or a social life. It does make me feel like Freaky Friday sometimes though. There's little point in talking about this, as I'll either be back to my livejournal or watching too much television by Friday. Well, I'll be working then. Probably staring into space hopelessly but without a boy to pull me out. Well. Well. As Hamlet says. See vain attempt at a photo essay below. I need to eat dinner.