I used to be such a ranter. I would go off with ferocity, firing away at just about anything and just about anyone. When I stopped doing that as much, this place got a little quieter.
Rants can still make me happy, especially when I go off to Adam and he just gives me a big ol' grin. But a lot of the time they just make me feel crappy, like some crank. And I'm not a crank.
I'm not, right?
So we're back from Columbia. I am so glad to be back. I keep telling people I'm "still processing the experience" (how Berkeley can you get?) but really, I'm not sure what to say about it. It was five months. There you have it.