getting over it

so i'm pretty sure people are nuts in this place. One moment, you're talking to a guy about some famous peice of art that looks exactly like a pig mised with an elephant, the next, you're staring out the window of your work, watching an old lady standing in the rain, grinning from ear to ear. She later came into work and said that people who siad they were getting old aren;t actually "old", they're just "windswept and interesting". I want to be her when I grow up, even if she does get pneumonia from the rain. Rain doesn't kill people, spores that are in the dirt that the rain throws into the air kills people. I also had a guy lick my hand today. I have no idea what he was on, but i'm hoping he was at least on something... otherwise, i think i have a new and scary fan at work. (and that's not even the work where alcohol is involved.)
i've gone brain dead. i have no idea what i was going to say...
oh yeah, the weekend. Things were weird on the weekend. High's and low's - high's involving random fun, like dancing 80's style with a hundred other dorky people, figuring out the uni that i'm going to study at next year, and writing something i think is pretty cool, the bad bits, well, i don't want to talk about that. I can't seem to talk to anyone about the bad things these days. I'm not sure this is a bad thing. Maybe it makes me seem more happy because i'm not venting all the time? iono. Anyway, point is that, 80% of the weekend was good, and that a decent amount, right?
i miss traveling.