The most gratifying, irreplaceable thing to me is a good old-fashioned compelling conversation with my friends, like the one we had at Benton's house on my birthday. Remember that snakes move in the same manner as the wheels of a tank! Seriously, though. A compelling conversation includes slight rise in heart rate and a smile at the very least. I think what makes conversations like the one at Benton's so great is that there's hardly any time these days to just sit down and talk about whatever. It's sad.
Ramsudha is talking about promal right now. I see now [and before] that I probably won't be going since ... well, who would I go with? Or, more importantly, who would I be comfortable going with? Bah. I ... can't ... must ... I ... bleh.