I drove up to my Dad's place (Quechee, VT) on Saturday because I thought it would be safer than where I was at, then Irene takes a turn to the east and basically hit us head on. This is a view from the covered bridge in the center of town during normal weather: Then Irene happened:
Yeah, agreed. 5:30 is my gym time but I'm skipping as I'm hoping for some morning lovin' before work. Why won't she wake up yet???
Doing MCMAP in a little over two hours. I can't get back to sleep, so I'm doing schoolwork and drinking large amounts of water. I'm also making lentils in my rice cooker just for gits and shiggles.
Screw all y'all. I'm up because I can't breath and creating enough mucous to drown... something easily drowned by copious amounts of lung butter. Bonus points for sitting through an episode of "Tanked." I was expecting a reality show about a family of tank drivers, instead I got a bunch of Long Island assholes building fish tanks. Fuck you, Animal Planet. You should be making shows about animals... that drive tanks. Why can't we have 30 minutes of fish swimming instead of 2 fat stunods with accents like broken glass? Whyyyy yes... we do need a hydraulics powered Sting Ray tank for my lobby. (Not fucking kidding.) Apparently anyone and anything can be a reality show now. I can't wait for my neighbor's dog to get it's own show. "What will happen this week? Will half horse/half dog take an elephant shit on CJ's yard and owner not pick it up? Let's find out on this episode of 'That Retard Dog Owned By The Bitch That Can't Mind Her Own Business... and Has Anorexia.'" Where the fuck is my show? It'd be a cross between a Thomas Harris book and those 2 old Muppets that sit in the balcony heckling life and being completely GANGSTA. No, wait, let's watch fat assholes delegate work to two Mexicans.
Doesn't this activity have many valuable, real-life applications? I might need to begin viewing this show to apply its lessons to my own life.