You know you're a raver when...
On Sunday you can't open your mouth wide enough to fit a cracker in...
A blinking bicycle light becomes your new best friend...
You've mastered the art of fifteen different massage therapies...
You hear music and dance when others do not...
Suddenly you can walk up to just about anyone and begin a conversation...
It seems as though you've swallowed the AM radio...
Your life story begins to get more and more interesting every time you tell it...
Your jaw expands to chipmunk size...
Your eyes take on a kitten like experience..WWWAAAYYY too large for your head...
Your friends start naming you weird names like "mumbles" and "Sketchball"...
You begin to relate everything to "e", such as I did with: SKETCHJEDI: We ARE the force!
Princess Sketcha, Sketchbacca, Luke Skysketcher, Sketchwoks... and so on...
You can leave somewhere with the intent to get something and get so totally side tracked that you forget and have to go back a second or third time...
I'll think of more... I always do.