Back from NC

Oh joy. I'm back home finally.

Flight down was fine.

Rental car was expensive.

Got a mini van.

Saturday night my friend tried peeing out the side door of said mini van on the highway, resulting in pee covering the inside wall of the mini van.

Mini vans are good for whipping around turns while burning tires.

Chopping wood is therapeutic.

Having your mother's husband ask why the hell you used the small ax rather than the far-easier wood splitter after you already chopped all the wood is comical.

I finally rode a sport bike. It was odd. Sitting forward on a motorcycle that can hit 80 mph in third gear is odd for a guy who has always rode cruisers. Fun, but odd.

Riding in a t-shirt in December is even more odd.

Waking up on a couch with an 85 pound doberman between your chest and the backrest of the couch is a terrible fate after a night of jager bombs and shitty college bars.

The south brings out the worst in people's diets.

There are no sidewalks in NC.

I can't think right now. Still waiting for the fog to clear.

Glad to be back above the Mason Dixon line.