That was supposed to say "Lazy with a Z," but I like it better as it is.

Anyway, it's been two weeks since I got back from my trip, and I never made a journal about it. There's not a whole lot to say, though, so here's what I remember off the top of my head:

- Our tour guides in Salem kept thinking my brother was one of their employees because he was accidentally wearing what was almost the exact same jacket as was part of their uniform.

- We were talking to this old guy on the train who a) has either done everything except take the first steps on the moon, or b) is an enthusiastic liar. He was a soldier, a pastor, a professional baseball player, a professional bowler, a writer of math textbooks, a businessman starting a juice company, a physics buff, and I forget what else.

- In the airport before we left for home, my brother and I spent a couple of hours playing 20 Questions. We got into a fight as to what defines a superhero, then we bickered about Batman and Robin for a while, and it went downhill from there.

And I promised to put something up here, but I haven't gotten to it. So what's the one cure for procrastination? Democracy!

Let's vote! Choose one of the following to be presented with:

a) a sketch dump
b) a literary sketch dump
c) an old creative writing assignment (either the one about aliens, or the one about orphans)
d) something completely new
e) the sadist option of "All of the Above"