Twelve more hours

Until I have to wake up and go to a continent once fraught with bloody wars and messy treaties and alliances, now overpopulated with probably annoying tourists like myself taking pictures of a beautified scene while the locals smirk and go on with their lives.

I wonder if that is what it means to be a tourist- to be hated and derided and ridiculed and pounded on the proverbial dirt again and again and again until we’re figuratively pieces of trash vicariously living a different and more exciting life.

God, this heat is amping up my cynicism/pessimism. I FUCKING HATE SUMMER. AHHHH.  It’s just… TOO hot. HOT HOT HOT.  Can’t friggin’ stand it.  Quite literally, it feels like someone is slowly roasting me over a small  flame in some perhistoric time period and I’m just strapped on that spinning stick while my skin peels off and I burn to death. Darn it all anyway.  Here’s Mother Nature going “Fuck you guys.  This is what you get.”  Yay for revenge.  It’s truly a dish best served hot.

Anyway, I suppose this is perfect weather for swimming, which I’m about to do in 16 minutes, and perfect weather for going to the mall and help the economy recover, which I also did later today, and perfect weather for running with a black sweater on and really cool sun glasses, which I saw some madman do earlier.  It’s simply astounding what some people would do to stay in shape.  Forget diet pills and anorexia- you want to lose weight?- run in winter attire on mountainous terrain.  That’ll do ya.  But still, I admire that mystery man.

And note of sadness- Billy Mays aka the OXYCLEAN guy died earlier this morning.  Now I can’t hear his booming, obnoxious voice in the mornings interpolated between showings of Anthony Bourdain.

On that note, I really want to be that kind of traveller…only I can’t exactly drink or smoke yet [not that I really want to since my goal = marathon= not choking on my own saliva and spasming in the middle of the street like that chick from the exorcist].

So yeah, Europe here I come!

Just wait, there’s another post after this one.  I’m planning to deviously bombard your heads with as much useless information and annoying rambling as much as possible.  My goal is to piss you off enormously; I mean, you have a month recovery, after all.  So yeah, miss me, love me.  I know you idolize me and all.