A mind like a concrete block...

My mind is dull and gray and hard like a concrete block.
It hurts me to think.
Still, I think I'm happy, even if my mind seems not to work very well lately.
Actually, I blame it all on the Xbox. Too many late nights sniping Covenant with my beam rifle.

Yes, I am a huge nerd.

Or, it could be the post-holidays funk. Daily life always seems grayer and more dull in January. I was considering joining the Russian Orthodox church so that I could celebrate Christmas again on Jan 6, but then I remembered that I can't read Cyrillic. Plus, have you seen the beards on their priest-guys? Terrifying.

I should mention here that Chauntelle and I did visit a Russian Orthodox church during my first trip to Juneau. We actually spoke with one of the priests. He was from Alabama. Yeah, he had the beard and the robes, so he definitely had the look of an Russian Orthodox holy man, but when he spoke, all I heard was Crimson Tide.

Plus, I remember that he wore a pair of big, tan, dirty work boots. With his priest outfit. With the beard and the boots and the accent, he kind of had a wild holy man of the woods thing going for him, kind of a Priest Adams of Grizzly Parish vibe happening. But I digress from my digression.

By the way, I like The Shins. Thank you Rachel for making me illegal copies of their CDs. You're a pirate! Argh!


I'm thinking we should all go to the island of Islay some day. It's the queen of the Hebrides. They make a lot of scotch there. We could all have lunch at The Old Kiln Cafe, which is located in the former peat kiln of the Ardbeg distillery. I think I'll have the fish.


It's funny, but I don't feel like a gray block of concrete any more.

Know your onion!!!