Generally Discontent

Sure is quiet out here. Aside from the occasional raised voice, you wouldn't even know there was another house about a hundred feet down the road. But I'm sure not complaining.

Today, I was planning on going for a walk in the woods, in order to see if I could get lost, fall in a ditch and break my legs, or get mauled by deer or whatever the hell is out there. So I needed a walking stick! I grabbed my trusty knife and Jeremy's trusty hatchet, and went to work on a birch branch. Not that that's terribly exciting, but it was fun to do something besides stare at my laptop or nearly set Jeremy's house on fire.

See, I wanted to make lunch. Specifically, I wanted to make a frozen pizza. Well, the frozen pizza people made the pizza; I just wanted to cook it. So I fire up Jer's oven to 425 degrees as the frozen pizza people's instructions told me to do. Nothing a five-year-old or a brain damaged monkey couldn't figure out. So why, then, was the oven smoking when I came back into the house ten minutes later? Damned if I know! But the burning oven left me pizza-less, so I had some cereal. Between this and Jamie's dishwasher, I'm swearing off kitchen appliances. From now on lunch is going to be me, a dead rat, and a lighter. Take that, modern conveniences!

After making my walking stick and farting around for awhile, Jeremy came home and took out his air rifle so we could shoot us some vermin! Or paper targets and watermelon, whatever. For those of you keeping track at home: I'm a terrible shot. Virtua Cop, I can kick your ass. Real guns, no way. But that was fun, and was a lot of exercise, as it takes a good deal of upper body strength to crack the gun open to load it. And I am a weak, weak man.

Anyway, back to walking in the woods. The walking stick and gun stuff was yesterday. My storytelling skills are not up to snuff. So. Yeah. Anyway. After talking to my friend wife and finding out that he's in the hospital having MRIs and biopsies done, any desire to do anything fled quickly. I'm not going to whine about that here, as we still don't know anything, but fuck. It sucks nonetheless. Here I am moving down the east coast while my friends and family are getting screwed left and right. Did I mention the part about my mom almost having to go to court for missing jury duty? Egads. She ended up avoiding that by actually going to jury duty, but it was a little touch-and-go there for awhile. They didn't even pick her! Sheesh.

Uhh...oh yeah. Woods. Jeremy came home early and asked if I wanted to go hiking in the woods, so I said sure. I figured going with someone else beats sulking through the forest by myself. And boy, is there a lot of forest back there! Even though we were walking along a trail cut by unknown people, we were still definitely not near civilization. But it sure was beautiful out there. Cool rocks and trees and...plants. Hm. Yeah, I probably talk about trees and shit a lot, but I'm in Connecticut for chrissake! Cut me some slack, willya?

So the walk was fun, but tiring. People who smoke and do not exercise are not made for walking anywhere but to the store to get more cigarettes. But I survived, more or less. No snakebites or lyme disease or alien abductions, so that's good.

And tomorrow, I go back home! Well, just for the weekend. I figure that it'd be kinda lame for me not to visit home one more time before I get out of New England at the end of next week. Plus, I'm going to go see Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit with Carly tomorrow! And hopefully I will drink a lot. This will also give me a chance to exchange some of my short-sleeved stuff for more appropriate Fall clothing, particularly my cool leather jacket. YAY! On the down side, I won't really be able to visit my hospitalized friend while I'm up there, but I'm pretty positive he doesn't want a bunch of visitors anyway. Meh. Okay, I'm done for tonight. Bye!