Stupid odd numbers

I've only been listening to the radio today (man, I miss my cable), but I've already heard more than I want to about the significance of today's date. Apparently a lot of people are getting married today. Due to my intense hatred/fear of odd numbers (especially prime), I choose to pretend that today is July 6th still.

And I'm okay with how crazy that sounds.

In other news, today is my last day of being connected with the rest of the world on a regular basis. I return to the land that knows no cell towers. Nor internet service, other than dial-up. Oh yes, I'm heading back to Montana.

If you haven't heard from me by September, that means that either the isolation got to me and I killed some people just for entertainment, or that a rattlesnake hunted me down.

Dee-Licious

First, everyone should go watch the latest Die Hard. It should just be on your summer to-do list. Because it rocks.

Second, although I love my new apartment very much, my bedroom and office are on the second floor. And it is very hot up there. My TV and Scrubs DVDs, though, are on the much cooler first floor. Guess how much work I've gotten done?

Third, why was the Thai place closed yesterday? It wasn't a holiday. I was looking forward to take-out all day. Ass-hats.

Fourth, I'm pretty sure that my cat is gone for good. While I enjoy not cleaning out the cat box, I think that talking to a cat was good for my crazy. Now I just talk to myself. Should I get a new cat when I get back from my summer travels? I'm thinking no, since I don't actually like owning pets. And I think I'd rather have a dog anyways. I'm not allowed dogs at my new place, but if I got a long-haired chihuahua, do you think my landlords will figure out that my "cat" barks?

On the boats, and on the planes

So Mississippi, a part of the SOUTH, was hot and humid. Those are truly my memories from my trip last week. That's all that I have right now, but we'll see if just saying that gets people angry at me for attacking the South. Are all the Sally Sensitive's still lurking out there?

I got back late, late, late Friday night and spent the next morning moving. Thanks to the help of some very nice and, more importantly, strong friends, we were done by noon. I am officially out of the ghetto and my new neighbors have not yet woke with me with their yelling or left trash out on the patio. So I clearly love it.

I spent part of yesterday on the lake, drinking and eating, and the evening at a friend's house, eating, drinking, and watching fireworks. And listening to the music Pullman chose to choreograph the fireworks too. It's just not the Fourth without Neil Diamond's ode to the U.S. of A. And now I know the Coast Guard's anthem. Only Pullman, I think, would play that hidden treasure. It was awesome.

Now I'm getting ready to spend three weeks without my cell phone and reliable internet service in Montana. This won't help much with the crazy, now will it?