i can see my toes

I did it: I visited the clothing-optional beach in St. Maarten. Now, I won't give you any of the sordid details, but let's just say it was fun and no, I didn't go with my family. Gross.

(Though my aunt and uncle did happen to spot me, but that's another story for another time...)

Today, while floating in the crystal clear water at Magen's Bay in St. Thomas, my brother and I had a great talk about following one's passion. This is the truth: I've been wasting my life at my job. All I do is Gchat with others who actually have work to do (in fields that some of them actually enjoy). It's a ridiculous way to spend my time. Some people envy me because I have no stress while on the job; believe me when I tell you, however, that I'd rather be stressed than bored. My brain is atrophying. Again.

He's voting for culinary school. It's something I've always tossed around, as many of you know. The FCI in New York has a 9-month part-time night program that I could attend while still "slaving away" at the HMO. It's a thought.

I return to New York tomorrow. It's been a really nice trip. More deets later.