Yep, I'm back home and I'm ready to rock. Two weeks with the Fam and I'm itching to go out and have me some fun. After all, a boy's gotta play. Especially since right before I left, I had Big Mo on my side and all sorts of weird and wonderful things were happening. I'm ready to keep on rolling.

Naturally, my Thursday night plans fell through. As did my Friday night plans. And, while I still have things going on this weekend as well as tickets to "Return of the King," there's a whole bunch of other stuff that I was psyched on that's now in the "well, I'm not sure I can do it then, maybe another time" limbo.

Of course, it's actually good that way. When you're unemployed and broke, the last thing you can afford is a social life.