I was stuck behind Zippy the Wonder Driver this morning on Santa Monica Boulevard on my way to work. Somehow, this person managed to take up both eastbound lanes without noticing the traffic building up behind him as he trucked along at somewhere between 20 and 25 miles an hour. I don't think a cell phone was involved. I can only imagine the chemicals needed to make this activity passable in the driver's mind. Maybe he thought he had been sucked into Frogger.

I walked the two miles from my apartment down to Best Buy tonight to pick up some CD-Rs and CD-RWs. Arrrr, much pirating to be done, mateys. Despite my best efforts to convince myself that the store really was open until 10, my best efforts didn't convince the store of this and they closed at 9PM -- 10 minutes before I got there.

Plans for my summer camp 10 year reunion seem to be solidfying and I spent a good deal of my trip back from Best Buy trying to figure out the logistics of a whirlwind East Coast trip that would encompass the reunion, seeing my parents and visiting a couple of friends in Boston all over the course of 6 days, including flight time. I have to admit to being a little apprehensive about the whole deal. I haven't seen most of these people in 10 years. I don't know what they'll remember of me, how they'll perceive me now and whether or not this whole deal is even worth it. Part of me is screaming to go, especially since I'm in a position in life where I can be happy about it and feel satisfied that I'm one of those people who's "made it" on his own terms and I'm secure in who I am now after all these years. Part of me is telling me I should just write it off as another time in my life when I was a completely different person and I should just forget about it. I think perhaps the weirdest thing will be rolling in there behind the wheel of my own (rented) car, facing that place as an adult and seeing how I react to it in this state of mind and maturity rather than that of a pre-teen/teen's.

Laundry beckons. I need something to wear to work tomorrow besides jeans. I'm trying to look moderately respectable, y'know.