Eating is awesome. Heat sucks my balls. I am glad to be back, but only to an extent. Actually, screw that. That's bullshit. I am, in actuality, fucking thrilled to be back. It's awesome. That being said, though, I could be doing a little better; it could be slightly colder than 2000 degrees celcius, and I could have not smashed up my dad's car (yes, within hours of touching down; I'm just THAT awesome). I just got back from what must have been one of the best lunches I've ever had; I ate at least half of the things I've been thinking constantly about since what seems to be forever. Needless to say, that was awesome.

Like I said, it's good to be back. Ish.