Haiti

Well, it's that time.

I'm off on an adventure. Pictures and stories to follow upon my return.

Two weeks in Haiti.

LATER.

I suppose ten posts was a lofty goal for a lazy bum such as myself.

Oh well.

I don't mind. You shouldn't either.

I stopped feeling guilty. Oh, about a month ago.

How about that?

OH CRAP I'M BEHIND.

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO IMPART AT THIS TIME.

I'M EXCITED FOR HAITI.

CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL.

Roll over, wake up, get dressed, go to work, burn myself, go home, plug in, unplug, undress, crawl under the covers, roll over, sleep forever.

sleep forever

I'm frustrated.

For a silly reason.

November 11th is a day that I consider remarkably important. I shouldn't need to go into the details.

I'm in Haiti for November 11th this year. I'll be there helping make life livable for people down there. Yet, I'm still upset that I won't be here to honour the people who fought and died to make life livable at home.

There's nothing I can do about it, aside from taking my moment of silence in Haiti.

Rats.

Haha! Freedom is now mine.

The world is my oyster.

Hi, hello.

Life's hard enough without worrying about the things you have no control over.

Wiser men than I have already made this point, and as such, I figure it should be taken more seriously.

However, saying something is far easier than putting said thing into action.

Nevertheless, we're four days or so into feeling like a human again. So I'm on top of the world.

I burnt my knuckle on the fry lamp at work. It doesn't hurt, but it does look funny.

Twenty nine days until I leave for Haiti. Aw yeah.

I'm going to post at least ten times this month.

Boom. Goaled.

Today was better. I'm turning around a bit. For no particular reason. I just wish this could have happened a month ago. I could have avoided a lot of damage.

However. My sob story is highly uninteresting.

Not that I have anything else to talk about. Rats.

I'm afraid of life after Haiti. I don't know what I'm going to do. Not really. Life is scary, guys. I sort of hate it. I miss the simplicity of what I used to have. I wish I'd known what I know now. Screw you, hindsight.