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I was driving home from work on Friday when I realized I just wanted to keep driving for a while. Out of nowhere, I decided on the beach. Being the shameful excuse for a Californian that I am, it had been a good two years or so since I'd been to the beach.

So I took Kanan Dume to Malibu, and it was like waking up. I remembered that scene from Firefly, where Mal wonders aloud why River ignored the herd of cattle for the whole month they were in the cargo hold, only to become smitten with them as soon as they were let out. And she replied, "They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be but they forgot. Now they see sky and they remember what they are." That's how I felt. I walked along the beach and tasted sandy salt on my lips and felt the cool lapping of the tide at my feet and I remembered what I was.

Today I went back, and walked down to the tide pools. I stroked the back of a gorgeous purple Pacific Sea Star, and I let sea anenomies wrap around my fingers, and dug in the sand to hold squiggly little sand crabs. Now all I need is a Grunion Run...

Can you tell I haven't been laid in over a year? I swear I'm not this sappy when I'm getting laid. Someone save me from myself.

School starts next week. I'm hoping to get a new/better job now that Imanaged to put together a class schedule that doesn't eat up the better part of Mon-Fri.