Lazy Bones.

I have lazy bones. I should do a 'real' post here for the last few days, but it's just not possible.

Shortly, I leave for Austin, Texas. I will squeeze myself into a stinky moving box and get carted across many states. It will take me 45 hours. Then I have to hitch into town. In the sun. With no shorts. In woolen trousers. In 84 farenheit weather. Tired. Groggy. Sweating. Hating.

Keep eyes peeled on American headlines. There may be mass homicide on a texas bound train.