FANTASYLAND, POPULATION ONE
I love living in Manhattan. Love, love, love it. Total, unconditional love.

So why is it that I've had recurring fantasies for the past month or so about living in a small house on a quiet suburban cul-de-sac with Bradykins? Cooking on the grill out on the patio, lounging by the pool, listening to the screams of the neighborhood kids as they play kick-the-can by twilight...

Maybe I just need a vacation. Maybe too much of a good thing is still too much. Yeah, that's got to be it...