Night at the cabin

I spent last night up at the cabin, it was unintentional. I went up to turn everything back on and do two loads of laundry, and the next thing I know I’m completely wiped out and not fit to drive, I was just that tired. The basement bedroom (although if the county asks, they’re just storing that bed in there since there’s no window, lol) is very quiet. Also, since two of the walls are foundation walls it’s nice and cool too even when the rest of the house isn’t.

Finally got my mail, all three months worth, from the Post Office.

I watched Dinocroc vs Supergator last night, seemingly against my will. It was just so bad I couldn’t turn it off. Roger Corman was the Executive Producer, that should explain everything. For those of you who don’t know, if he is not the Father of 80’s "Space Porn" he was the most prolific artist in the genre. He gave B-list movies a bad name. Actual dialog from one of his movies: "Now what are we going to do? We’re out of fuel, we’ve got no weapons, we’re toast! Oh, look! A brothel planet! Let’s land there!" I kid you not.

Later.