Camping was fun. I don’t really think it can be called camping, though. There was a fire. We were surrounded by trees. There were stories of big scary animals that might be lurking about. The one thing that was missing was the “roughing it” aspect, which I think is necessary for it to be called camping. The cabin was more comfortable than my house. It was all warm and toasty and there were people everywhere to talk to. The shower had AMAZING water pressure and the hot water lasted for more than 5 minutes. Nicole and Sonny were good hosts. There was coffee every morning. There was breakfast, too, but I just need coffee. And it was there.
I spent yesterday cleaning my kitchen. All justification for me spending the rest of the day painting the writing desk I got months ago. I should have taken a before and after picture, but I didn’t. It was wood with worn brown paint, and now it’s Shasta Daisy. To the untrained eye, it’s basically white. It’s flat wall paint, though. I will be having to get some kind of coating. I also painted this ugly chair I got from a garage sale. It looks WAY better. Like porch furniture for a beach house. It’s unimportant that I don’t even plan to keep this chair. As soon as I get a nice reading chair, it’s going.
Insomkneeacks is officially open. Just in time for my addiction change. Me, Gary, Tiffy(an old friend), Jesse (my cousin), and Robert(her boyfriend) went one night before it was opened. We had no idea. We couldn’t legally buy coffee. We played memory (and cheated) and I sort of learned to play chess from a guy named Don. If it’s true that everyone sucks their first time, then I’m right on track!
There are some new drawings on DA, and photos of the cabin weekend on flickr.
Also, Histerotica has new posts. Three new posts. Not just one. They’re good.