I've been spoiled so much, and I am positively cookin' today. Three quick cold showers so far. No one wanted to go to the creek out back today, includin' me; which is what we do half the time on days like this, but hey. Gods, and tomorrow is house cleanin' day. And the humidity is 1000%, so I am zombified.
Well, I'll start on it before the sun comes up, and most of it will be done when the other two get up, but still. We do have to go to town.
Well, we won't be spendin' much time outside if it's this bad. I suppose I ought to look at the weather forecast, but will it be right?
Naaaaaaaaaah. Why bother?
The mullethead is becomin' increasin'ly agitated and even more antisocial than usual. Seems like the closer we get to departure date, the more cantankerous 'it' gets. The 'tude ain't directed at me or my mentor, but 'it' has about had it with regular people, and would be ecstatic to not see another one of the 'infernal things'. A description formerly reserved for children, but now? Ye gods, and that thing has less than half a percent of 'its' life to go. Sheesh!
Well, patience was never really one of Mullethead's virtues. It was when it had to be, and it has to be so, now.
It's OK. I'm goin' through somethin' similar on and off. Also, I am frustrated with the human race, though I can't say I hate 'em. There's a difference between bein' fed up and wantin' to just leave, and doin' the 'Scanners' head explode thing on everyone. (You would not believe how often that scene is brought up in our conversations these days.)
No, I didn't have anythin' to say, but I said it anyway. Tough. I do that sometimes. Just babble for the sake o' babblin'. When in the realm of mortal flotsam, do as the mortal flotsam do, OKaaaaaay?
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