I need a title.

I'm sitting at my computer at PFI, it's 4:09 on a Friday afternoon, clouding over, and Dayton is beating WVU in the NCAA's. I'm tired. Its been a long week, a good week, although just now I have no idea what I did with it.
Sometimes I feel like I will never learn another thing, not that I am smart enough that I don't need to, full of enough sludge that I will not be able to. Other times, usually when I get among a new set of people, I feel bombarded with information. Mostly I don't think about learning at all. Right now I feel like I am on the idea freight train...and its moving fast. Which is nice.
So I thought of this analogy today while I was taking a dookie. I tried it out on my friend and she said it was a good one, so I thought I'd put it down here, while I wait for 4:30 to go get Nyssa and Leila. Its about friendship, but like any good analogy its probably analogous to other situations.
It takes place on a football field, in that in every friendship their is a point of obstruction past which you don't go (Initially I thought of this as a Sisyphean example, where friendship is like rolling a boulder up a hill, some friendship can only go so high, some obstructions are so large...the problem with the Sissy is that the boulder rolls back down). Some friendships go ten yards, some 20, some 100, whatever, and you realize that work within whatever area that 10 yards give you.
Their are all sorts of implications to this, obstructions move, whether like tectonic plates that slip or subsume, or like a line of scrimmage that matriculates up the field. And you could probably chart the process: Kelli and I started out at the 2 yard line, and then durring the slumber party we really progressed. We spent like 2 years at the 50. When she gave me herpe's I was like...you are so pushed up against the goal line.
You get the idea.
I go get the kids.
-G