November 5, 2006
I haven't written in a while. In between the last entry and this I have had another wonderful summer at Buck's Rock, gotten married, adopted a puppy, performed two shows, was cast in a third, hosted excellent Portland visitors, continued my path towards becoming a dog trainer, and had the stomach flu and a head cold several times (awesome).
And am I going to write about any of these things?
No. I am going to write about candy.
One of the best things about being an adult is the freedom to eat candy whenever I damn well please. I can have candy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I want. When I'm in the check-out line in the grocery store and a candy bar catches my fancy, do I ask anyone if I can have it? You better believe I don't!
Granted, I am grateful for my parents' discretion when I was a kid. If they had let me, I probably would have taken candy intravenously. And that wouldn't have been good. But now that I am older, and naturally err on the side of sugarly moderation, it feels great to gobble down those glorious simple carbohydrates whenever I damn well feel like it.
Being an adult rocks.