There are Times...

...this being one of them -- where I dream about throwing my laptop off of a 200 foot cliff, and running away to the wild hippy preserve, deep in the Yucatan jungle.

Once there, I would live out the rest of my natural life with my fellow endangered comrades. By day we'd farm for sustenance, while our research staff would busily develop the next generation of dread(with even more nap than before). Conversation, love, and art would be our only entertainment and escape. We'd have little more than the sun, moon, rain, and stars to keep track of time. The songs of birds would be our morning newspaper. And the packs of howler monkeys would be the closest thing we'd have to bloggers. The deep black canopy behind the stars, our only god.

Well... I can dream can't I?