...Jeff: sleeping in. For the first time in a long time I have performed one of my favorite rituals: sleeping in. I have the wonderful weather to thank for it, which miraculously, is still overhead precipitating its majesty all over the country side. Aside from one small hour when I drove to work to handle a minor scheduling difficulty, I did absolutely NOTHING of value today. I played computer games for several hours, I read many-a-blog, I participated in some political arguments on various message boards, and I napped. Once again, I did nothing, and it was everything I hoped it could be.
My gloriously sedate Saturday aside (the likes of which I probably won't see for many weeks to come.) I had some time today to ponder the world (as I often do in my spare time.) My thoughts turned once again to teenagers. I'm not certain of the reason that I keep contemplating them as of late, but I focused my attention on incessant whining once again. In high school, we are/were for the most part focused way too much on our social scene. Developing socially is important, but it should not be the cornerstone of a high school experience. Four years down the road, you're really not going to give a flying fuu-ddge if you were the captain of the football team, the head cheerleader, student council president, the lowliest bus station skank, or valedictorian. Although valedictorian has perks, well... I guess in one way or another everyone of those had perks... One or two of them just didn't involve seeing the inside of the free clinic. I digress, and my train of thought seems to have de-railed, undoubtedly taking some passengers to their theoretical demise. I should really stop posting at such odd hours...
Jeff C.
P.S. Glad to see the prodigal sons are back, and I promise not to call Paul, Shirley.
