I really just want to go to see what Boulder is doing tomorrow. I don't want deep conversations about mountains, or life. I don't want to get in touch with my inner groovy self. I just want to look, be there, be alone or with someone, and get out of Arvada, the not-reason for moving to CO.

Plus, I had a dream last night about pirahnas the size of my family's pomeranian Pedro last night, trying to jump into our homemade boat. We were vacationing on the Amazon. I think I can fairly blame it on Michael Thellman, a comrade and my not-so-secret Starbucks dealer, and his tales of that place earlier yesterday afternoon. No more pirahnas, not tonight.