I am not going to lie… this has become a little like day three of a camping trip that I was so convinced would be exactly what the doctor ordered.

Day one.

I can’t wait to get loaded up. I got the beer. I got the hotdogs. I got the Doritos, marshmallows, Hershey bars graham crackers coat hangers sleeping bags firewood pots and pans… I made a list and I checked it twice, and off I go.

Day Two.

I forgot to put toilet paper on that list I checked twice. the campfire is so nice and those pork and beans were pretty good with the hotdogs again for dinner. Tom Petty is booming in my camp tonight!

Day Three.

I got three beers and the Doritos are gone. I got a rash on my butt and I’m stuck here for four more days. The thought has entered my mind more than once to shave off all my body hair and I don’t know why. Somebody mentioned that we might be here for another three or four weeks but I can’t tell what’s real anymore.

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