Saturday night… and here I am at home, where it’s completely quiet, reading some John Grisham and creating a Travel Wishbook. I have absolutely no desire to step outside the door. I do believe my ass has melted into the computer chair, and I’m quite content.

Lots of visiting relatives, rum and Coke, beef jerky, and parental fights. I’ve barely had time to relax. Everyday I wake up and feel sad that my time at home is running short. Sometimes I wish my parents would just make it easier on me and just push me out the door when it’s time to leave.

Anyway, good time at the pub last night. Despite the small population, this town has an overwhelming amount of attractive people. No joke. Small gene pool I guess.