So it's late, and I was stuck spending my Friday night fixing client sites that my dev screwed up earlier in the week.  It can't ever just be easy.

Having had time on my hands though, I was thinking of my much neglected site.  And looking at pictures.

Starting to realize that I'm in denial.  I still think of myself as the responsible, mildly neurotic type, always looking at the safe play, the risk, the way to stay out of harms way.  Unfortunately though, all the evidence is pointing against my self assessment.  

Fact is, I get myself into every last bit of trouble I can find.  

So sometimes it's spending all my rent, food, gas, and life money on paragliding gear.  Nevermind fear of heights, a lack of focus when reading the meteorology book, or memorizing flight characteristics of things intended to keep me alive.  Just because I'm scared, I think I'm sane.  It's a fallacy consistent with most of my actions.

Nevermind the rest of the damning evidence of my life apparently fueled by irresponsibility and stimulus seeking.  Most of it can't even be put on a semi public forum such as my little personal journal site here.  I still consider myself an amateur, not jetsetting around the world, dating exotic women, sampling hallucinogenic drugs, and all other requisite ingredients to fully developed mayhem.

But in the scheme of things, all those boxes are checked.   I am that guy.  It's just not fitting in my head that it's really been happening.

Case in point, I just bought an 80s limo spur of the moment, which I somehow managed to rationalize also.  More censorship is necessary on that subject, as to be expected in most phrases that involve " my limo".  And girl situations are a continually evolving theme, as is my current deliberation whether to fly more here, or drive to California in my recently acquired RV and tempt fate there.

My newfound realization that I am actually out of my mind is rewarding me with a sense of pride. 

The upcoming trek to Burning Man and beyond yet another reminder that I life in a world of pretend-sanity,  it's all about looking forward to the next adventure.

Bring it on!