In the traditional gluttonous fashion of a white American male, I stuffed myself until it hurt yesterday. I also imbibed a few goodies to make the day a little... softer, shall we say. Then I sat my bloated carcass down on the couch and watched a Band of Brothers marathon. I did not say a formal thank you for anything until I was leaving and uttered the obligatory "Thanks for everything" to my hosts. Now I'm still bloated and kind of tired with things to do that I really don't want to even think about (and these are very simple things, I assure you).
To conclude, I will say that I don't think I'm half the man I used to be, but I'm definitely, at most, half the man I was supposed to be.
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