June 2nd, 2007

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My Dad came through and sent me a few bucks so I can get out of town.

So, on Tuesday I'm going to go to a campsite the Iceman runs for a few days.

They have like really nice motor homes, a big swimming pool, a little cafe for burgers and beers and nature and shit.

My goal is to bring like five books with me and just sit by the pool and read when not like walking through the woods and stuff.

Rome Girl says she'll run Calendar Communications while I'm gone - which is a really good thing.

Hopefully by the time I get back she'll have gotten the Internet back on and stuff.

The goal now is just to keep my shit together until Tuesday.

I think I'll be OK.

Yesterday we all had a really good night, sipping beers and chilling out and I didn't feel that much like screaming at anyone.

Tonight the Iceman has offered to bring us all to the campsite for a big pallea (sp?) cook off he's running.

Fear And Loathing At The Place St. Roch

The manga store across the street from this Internet cafe is holding a "CosPlay" event.

Do you have any idea how strange it is to walk out of an Internet cafe for a cig only to be confronted by 200 French women dressed up like sword wielding Japanese schoolgirls?

Particularly if you just popped three xanax?

I felt like Hunter S. for a few minutes.