I have discovered, with the intense pursuit of thought only encouraged by those first adventurers to the North Pole, or perhaps the brilliant wayfarers that discovered North America, that Burrillville runs at a slower pace than here. A step down in excitement, I admit, but still a discovery nonetheless.

Now, why, you ask, should I be concerned with that? And how in the -heck- did I first come up with this ridiculous theory?

Weeelll... I was thinking about this awesome weekend, and how it's going to be so awesome because of all the people in it who absolutely adore and who must absolutely adore me back, because they wwant me to be a part of their weekend! Yay for SB, and Ala!!! Yay for my bro and parentals! Yay for g-rents and whatnot!!! hehehehehe

I was thinking how I was possibly going to wake up on Sunday for like.. .waht... 5:30, to drop my g-rents off at the airport, when I was hanging with SB and Ala the niht before, and it came to my attention, that... I wasn't worried. Wouldn't be, because somehow or other, I would get enough sleep. WEird, huh? Now, why, I asked my tired brain, is this conclusion so positively anchored in my head?

It is because, said my brain, Burrillville runs at a slower pace than you currently do. You never used to wrry about sleep, because Burrillville shuts down at 10 at night, with the exception of Dunkin Donuts, which is open until 11. And then the town is closed... Until 6 am the next morning. Cute, huh?

I miss Burrillville... I miss being a bad kid and driving around Pascoag after all the stores are dim, I miss Crystal and Cat and late nights with my hooligan friends, and most of all, I miss the quiet. I miss the quiet that you could find, as long as you walked far enough in one direction, you would find it. Guaranteed. Could take you a bit- Less than an hour, guaranteed, but you would find quiet. Around here, it's harder to come by. Maybe I jsut don't know the spots. Or maybe I don't have the time to look. Either way, I miss the quiet.

Meh, I'm romanticizing it, I know. But, it's at points like these, when you're going home and you aren't sure that there aren't parties you're going to be missing, or things to do and people to see, that it's good to sit down, muse a bit, romanticize the place, and remember what things you used to enjoy about it, that are totally and completely possible, right now.

I can't wait to go home.