Just between you and me I don't know what I'm doing here

full of shit and free beer.



What's up, hot stuff? It's dank here, not blustery, but damp, humid, salty, four showers a day. First when we said goodbye to the Millers as they departed for New Hampshire. Next was after walking around with David to get food and books, avoiding a thunderstorm. Third, I decided to finally kill my room, watching the Patriots intermittently for Adam's sake. Now I'm headed up again. If it's O.K. with you, I'll take off these shoes and stay the night.