Ok I'm back and I had a great time. Although parking was a bigtime suck. Colin Meloy was excellent. I ate lots of food. This museum made me a little depressed. Body Worlds made me anxious, because I just sat around waiting to go. And alone, because I was the only one who didn't think it was fascinating. I also figured out that the reason I don't care for traveling is because when people talk about it I feel alone. So in turn, traveling, especially 'world travel', makes me feel isolated and a little depressed. That's my recap, pal.

50 more pages left.

I better slow down and savour.