Having fun

I am not one to give advice on having fun.

It wasn't until three years ago that I realized what fun was and that it was okay to have it once in a while. It wasn't until last year that I realized I need fun in my life in order to live.

Still, I function on a minimal amount of fun, for which I can blame no one but myself. See, I'm very self-aware.

Last night my roommates asked me to join them in a social, fun atmosphere. I was pleasantly surprised - not because they generally exclude me, but because I wanted to join them.

I wish I could relay Bertie's story of failing her CPR exam, because I laughed until I couldn't breathe. She's an expert story teller, in my opinion.

Also, Sarah came up with the best joke about comparing oneself to an historically prominent social leader. If you want the full story, I'll be glad to oblige via email, but I'm reticent to post it here due to some characters involved.

All this is to say, it's nice to have people to laugh with. Thanks, Friends!