from mikeysjack to icestation

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

 

I changed my diary name this morning.  The title is borrowed from an old Rock Hudson movie, called Ice Station Zebra.  I’ve never seen the movie, but I like the name, and I just love me some Rock Hudson!

I can’t access the OD boards right now.  Changing the name back to mikeysjack did no good, so I changed it back and left it as icestation.  I figure that’s symbolic for me, since I’m known to be rather coldhearted, apparently.

Anyway…..

I am determined to get that fucking yard over with ASAP!!!!  I mowed section 3 today, and I started on section 5.  Yes, I skipped section 4.  It was easier, because the sun is blazing so hard down on section 4.  It’s all mapped out in my head, so don’t worry.

Have I gone mad?  Maybe so.  I don’t know.  Right now, I don’t really care, either.  I’m tired, but I feel mostly ok.  Exercise is a pain, but it does help, in the long run.  Sweating probably helps a load, too, but I hate sweating.  Hate it with a passion.  It makes me feel like an animal!!!!!  I almost said a pig, but pigs don’t sweat, from what I understand.  That’s why they roll in mud, to keep cool.  Is that correct?

One of our neighbors has been throwing beer bottles into our side yard.  When I catch him doing it, I shall politely ask him to stop.  If he keeps on, I am going to break every bottle he leaves from then on in his driveway.  No more Mr. Nice Guy, goddamnit!

If I get taken to court, so what?!!!!  I’ll just explain the scenario to the judge and accept what fate he gives, confident that I did the right thing.

Yeah, madness.  Ok, but still.  I’m ok, you’re ok, and if I’m NOT ok, too freakin’ bad.  I’m me, damnit.

Mind is empty.  I need to ask God for a fillup.

Love to all,

Jack