Hello, Irene

Mullethead is bouncin' off the walls again. Its past nemesis lives less than 100 miles off the North Carolina coast, and the area is forecast to be hit if 'Crackuweather', as we call it; is right. Mullethead has it our for a couple of people in Florida too, but it looks like Florida is gonna be spared. . .THIS time.

Not nice to wish this on the locale. So many innocents whacked for one chick? (Mullethead calls 'er the overripe tuna can o' Carthage, but that's another post. . .if I were to make it, and I prob'ly won't.) Tsk, tsk. Blinded by revenge forever. Some people. . .uh. . .noses, sorry.

Well, Christl; I know what you did, and I can understand where the mullethead is comin' from. Then again, it's with me in part because of you, you formerly psycho bitch. After all, I gotcha pretty good in my writin's, huh? Coulda done worse, though. I went statistically After all, I suppose you played your role well enough. . .to give me back my. . .

Oh, I better not post that or the mullethead will NEVER forgive me, either.

So thanks for bein' one o' the many obnoxious catalysts to make things right between me and my destiny, huh? Sometimes I almost like you. Almost. From this perspective.

Then again, we will probably all mellow out after we get HOME, and realise from all perspectives why the past HAD to happen as it did. Even the mullethead who would like to skin you alive before puttin' ya through the rigours of scaphism.

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On the other hand, I think I can say I will see the light at the end of the tunnel on the Equinox. We are gonna have the biggest celebration ever. We are gonna decorate the dinin' room that we never use, put up a few incense burners, order a couple o' kegs o' Virgil's, pick up a couple of hundred dollars of Chinese food that we called in ahead, and just party all day on the 23rd of September. We're also gonna go overboard on the housecleanin'. We're doin' the whole thing again, includin' the unused rooms, and doin' what we can o' the windows. Everyone is gonna put in a bit o' time, and not just me.

Gods, I can't wait. Less than a month away. . .barely.