Well, one week and I'm out of here. One week and I am officially GONE from the lovely sparkling white wintery frigid wastes of western Pennsylvania to live with the grit-eating, tobacco-chomping, inbred yokels from the south. Hopefully a few of them will be easy chicks who aren't TOO horrific to look at.
And, of course, I'm going down with Sandy and Bill, the aforementioned friends who are embroiled in a soap opera worthy of a second-string story in daytime television with me as the helpless bystander.
The most recent update, from HER side, states that BILL is the deluded weirdo. SIGH. This stuff gives me a headache. I'm beginning to long for the days when I had no life, no friends, and spent all of my time working on my web page. Life was good then. Much simpler, much safer, and I got fewer headaches.
At least I'll get my own room, that's all I have to say. SIGH!
I'm not writing much tonight, mostly because they're HERE, in this room, and everything I write is at risk of life and limb. I'm even putting her up this week since I'm such a nice guy and her life with her ex-boyfriend had become untenable. And, of course, Bill's here ALL the time now.
I wish I was a hermit.