Dear friends... Do you remember the summer when we would head to the beach right after work? We would stop at the dep to grab some beer, luca would bring his speedo, somebody else would bring the frisbee and hackysack, and we would hang out and swim until the sun set or the bugs would come out to eat us. This is where I would rather be. Now I know my guide to spirtual enlightment tells me that I am supposed to enjoy every minute in the now, but ufortunately with the end of fiscal and in between bitchy clients and caddy women at the office, it's just not working this week. I've got a bad case of the I would rather be's. Is it friday yet?