It’s Friday, and I’m home. It don’t get any better than that. Nothing makes you appreciate what you’ve got more than being away from it. OK, OK, OK. I’ve only been away less than two weeks, and I’m not exactly living at the El Rashid, waiting to get bombed (mostly I’m trying to get bombed so I can get some sleep), but what can I say? I guess I’m just a wimp. Now if I can manage to leave on Sunday without crying like a little baby, I’ll be all set.