This weekend I went to Camarillo and discovered that my sanity deteriorates after approx 30 hours there. I'm closer to defining what exactly chafes me: a sense of complacency with a life revolving around TV and competitive sports and department store sales. I reminisce and visit my places but the fog of suburban ideals is settled so permanently there that I can't help but feel smothered.
I spent time with much-missed Kai Jay, saw the new Harry Potter movie with my parents, visited the neighbors I used to babysit for, and donated 11 inches of my hair to Locks of Love.
