Ay, Caramba

I've come to the sincere conclusion that my life is much too complicated for its own good. If only I could leave college, start over a brand new life with a fake accent somewhere in Mongolia, and work at the local Wal-Mart. Of course, that would required explaining to my parents (and other assorted family and friends) why I was leaving college, having the Sullivan Wal-Mart send references over to Asia, actually *getting* to Asia (and Mongolia), so now I need a passport and whatever the Mongolians use for cash. And probably a yak. And a whole new language. But defintely a yak.

Even my plans to simplify my life are too complicated.