I got home late last night, my clothes smelling of campfire smoke and my breath smelling faintly of the Ram Pale Ale beer that I had been drinking. The power in the house was out (due to that freakish storm that passed overhead while we sat around the campfire). I couldn't sleep (it was about 2:30 or so), so I sat up, listened to music on my trusty iPod and read The Great Gatsby (again) in it's entirety by candlelight. I felt like the lovechild of Abraham Lincoln and Neo. I couldn't stop, for some reason. The lights popped on at about 5:30 (and freaked the shit out of me). Yesterday was a pretty productive day, all things considered.