Sometimes I feel like this blog is a farce, a glorified laundry list of what I did, who I saw, where I went. The writer in me wants to let it all flow out, use it as a way to discharge all the pent up stuff floating in my mind at the end of the day. ..and lately there's been a lot floating around up there. But I can't....this isn't the place.

So instead I just find myself sitting here in Mountain View, wishing that I was on Indian Rock right now, sitting with one of my best friends by my side, looking out over the bay and city, talking about life.