Today, we went down the river. It was a pretty good time, just myself and my family going down the river in some tubes. Well, not me, seeing as how I never use a tube. I just swim it, like a crazy bitch.
It was the usual: saw a couple of eagles, drank a couple of sodas, carved my name into a couple of cliffs…
I really don’t know what to talk about. These past few days have been incredibly uneventful, so I have no stories to be telling.
I haven’t showered since July 5th. I have no idea what day it is today, or even what part of the week. The days are beginning t run into each other and not even my marks on the wall to count the passing hours…
Okay, so I didn’t put marks in the wall. That shower comment was more to highlight something rather spectacular.
Last time I showered, I remembered only to shave one of my legs, leaving my left one sadly alone. My left leg has become populated with something you earthlings call hair, which resembles very tiny blades of golden-brownish grass.
My leg would be incredibly attractive to a Wookie is all I’m saying, and with that said, I think I’m going to go to bed now.