Curses! My hind tooth for a library!

Wow, I was able to actually go for a tiny walk today. I've been sequestered, more or less, in this wee house for what feels like an eternity. I continue to endure perpetual sea-sickness without the sea. Do you know what is not fun? Throwing up.

Anyhoodle, I went for a little walk this morning to the dam near our house. It's pretty there. I took the stairs from the bridge, down to the ground so I could go sit on a rock near the water, but was stopped short by the stench of death. Someone had left some sort of dead animal in garbage bag that had been torn open. I didn't see it at first, I think I walked right past it and thought, what are teenagers getting up to in here? It reeks! Are they pooping in the bushes? Then coming back I saw it and realized. Thanks universe, for that vote of encouragement on my first attempt to venture outside in a while.

I won't even go into detail about the phone conversation I had with the department responsible for collecting dead animals. The secretary kept insisting that I must give her a street address for the bridge. It's a bridge! No street address, it's the only bridge over the only dam, damnit! Then she wanted to know, did I leave the dead animal in a garbage bag? Sigh.

I didn't really know it was possible to feel nauseous in your forehead, but that is exactly where it is generated for me. The body is a very strange thing.

And why is it that potato chips are the only thing that is consistently appetizing? Is that what nature wants me to do? Eat potato chips? If so, I must humbly obey.

The bonus is, when I do think of something that sounds edible, it turns out to be the most delicious thing in the history of time while I'm eating it. Then, as soon as I'm done, I never want to even hear it's name again. Whatever it is becomes instantly inedible. Why just 10 minutes ago, I ate a delicious green apple. Now, just typing the words is about as unappetizing as Satan's pee in a dirty cup.

You know what I miss most in this here part of the world? A decent library. One thing that's always saving grace for shut-ins, is a decent library. Even if you just pop in to get free movies and books, which I could use pretty bad. For some reason though, even if you don't feel that great, going to the library is still an option. So quiet and cool, with comfy chairs to sit in. Bloody Deux-Montagnes and it's rotting animal corpse terrain. There is a library here, about as big as my bathroom (not very big) with about 3 English books and it's open for 5 minutes every second decade. I hyperbolize ever so slightly of course, but it is true that the library here stinks. So poop on them. Satan's pee in a dirty cup for you Deux-Montagnes.

I hope you aren't eating or drinking lemonade, dear reader.