Why is it that I can have these fantastic entries in my head all day but when I actually sit down to write them I find that I've lost the capacity to communicate in English?

My parents went up north for the weekend. This means my older brothers and I are holding down the fort until they get back. When we were younger that would have meant calling friends and having a few celebratory cocktails, now it means ordering pizza (because there's no one around to cook supper) and falling asleep at 10:00 pm while watching re-runs of 'Full House.'

When did this happen?

Realistically, the people I normally would have called have houses, girlfriends, some wives, kids even.

I sleep in my parents walk-in closet.

So... when did this happen? I guess thats the weird part about moving home for a couple weeks; the last time I spent any reasonable amount of time here during the autumn we were all in high school. A lot can happen in six years I suppose. Why don't I feel like its happened to me?

Is it because I don't have a job, house, wife, kids? Is that what defines growing up?

Well, that should be enough deep thinking for the next 3-5 years.

Dr. O.