I don't like Fridays. There's never anything to watch on TV, nobody's around on teh Intarwebz, and even I don't dare to cross the street during Friday rush-hour (no walks for me).

Still trying to figure out what I should do about my folks before I leave for The Trip.

Also, I need to purchase another jar of peanut butter and perhaps some dry cereal. And a first-aid kit.

And I need to dig a tarp out of the garage. I don't think we've still got a tent. Maybe we do; I dunno. Maybe it's buried by all that other crap out there. (We desperately need to have a yard sale.) The ceiling beneath the attic fell in last summer and buried everything under there--fortunately, our six unused guitars survived.

I don't recall ever getting rid of the tent. Perhaps we still have it.

I need a tent or a tarp or something to stealth-camp with; God knows I'm far too cheap to afford even a hostel room!