The hardest thing about being me is definitely the part about being an idiot.

I mean, seriously… How do all you guys make living look so easy?

By the way, for weeks I tried to summon enough energy for a monster post about our trip to Virginia but in the end I just couldn’t do it. None of the my usual angles were sufficient for describing the way it felt without sounding like a pansy. So I’ll leave it at this: Our last trip to the east coast affected me deeply.