Warning: Disjointed thoughts, random bullshit fueled by no sleep.

Yup. I'm still up. Haven't been to bed. Tried to watch all my 24s but the last two episodes weren't available, so I finished up about 150 minutes of Frontline and am on the last week of the Daily Show. After this, if I'm not asleep, I'll start on the Colbert Report.

Since I was up, I put on some pants and ran to the ATM a block away in 19 degree weather. Was a bracing little exercise, of which enlightened me that there is NO life here at 3:30 in the morning. Not a peep, soul, convenient store flicker, nothing. Not a car. Not a criminal. Not even a cop wandering about out there. Single, vulnerable, unarmed young woman with a credit card and a bunch of cash wandering the streets of Hee Haw, and I guess not a soul to molest her in any way nor a law officer for which to come to her aid should she be. Too cold? Even in Dodah, when I got the restless wild hair to venture out at 2 or 3 in the morning, there was always cars whizzing by, curious fuzz hanging about, or strange rangers afoot. You would think in the summer it would be different, but its not.

It's SO deserted, even in the summer, someone could sit in there open air backyard and have sex on there back stoop... I'm just theorizing, of course (yeah, we're broke up, so I have no implied NDA to respect - stories are gonna slip out).

The ATM is about 4 minutes by foot from the house, so I hoofed it. I wanted to get cash before some rightful creditor came and sucked it out of my account. I took enough to feed me and left enough to be positive. I'm excited in a low level way because of the forecast for Forest Shitty. It's gonna be running weather at the end of this week - 50s. And, of course, I can't keep my hands off my new laptop. I need to make myself do the taxes and consolidate my paperwork for my mortgage. Don't know why I'm doing that, no good news could come of that. Beer. Now tons good always comes from beer.

I spent the day computering, fixing up the new machine, sorting out pictures, and remembering the good times from this summer. I loved this summer. I had ups and downs, but it was nice to have my Mill family, the sunshine, and a little bit of Darryl. And we all had such fun this summer.

This new year, 2010, started out pretty dismal, but I am ever hopeful because at this point, the only direction I have to go is up.

Thinking about it, it IS very creepy out there in the quiet cold North Fucking Carolina night. One of those serial killer making nights I think. I can see how a night like this would make you want to go all funny with an axe. What blows is that if I wanted to go for a cold fountain drink and something fatty and processed, there are no convenience store open here for about 50 miles. I do think the McDonalds is open and the Waffle House, but there are no Ding-Dongs there.

Speaking of the Waffle House, there had been a few nights that me and the big D ended up there at one or two in the morning, smiling at each other over heavily greased up food and sweet tea.

Dammit, I missed the Daily Show. I love that show.

I wish I could get the motivation, and well the cleaning supplies to scrub this place down. I live in a pit. But, as bad as it gets here, it is NOTHING compared to D's house. I've got pictures (http://gallery.me.com/duh#100239). Ain't that a love nest? A love nest for rodents. Love makes you accept a lot of things.

I'm kind of bored right now. But kind of happy.

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