AGHIIGHHIRRRGH!!

Days Walking - 62

That was a wordless scream of desperation and fury. I'm close to making some sort of drastic, ill-considered life choice. Like taking up religion. If there was a cult group up here, I'd join.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much. Too much yearning - especially for what you can't have, can leave a person bitter and pissed off. A little inner peace would do me good. Observe the natural order, and follow its example.

Problem is, everything here is frozen and dead. I'm not feeling the vibe of that example. Another way to look at this world would be calm and still. The only thing that isn't calm is the wind blowing the snow. And the misty snow flows along the ground with a fluid philosphy. Maybe I need to be more fluid in my thinking.

Fluid in my thinking... In my Plotting to Kill Them All. Gabe first. I'll get him to come out of the shelter at night, and draw him away from camp... Ice-pick into his jugular, and pift, one less soul to annoy me. And the next night, Kwame...

Wouldn't it be horrible if this turned into a murder blog? Every day, another of my hiking buds would lose thier life in some diabolical way. Hah! That would be great. You guys would be powerless to stop me, ha ha ha ha ha!! Would you be entertained or horrified?

Thanks for the uplifting words of encouragement, oh my thoughtful readers. I'd wish you were here instead of these assh*les, but then I like you too much to wish this kind of life on you. Heather, very sweet of you to offer to send me caffeine! Any place with a post office will have a store too. As for the Desparare Housewives, I think I'll just wait till the walk is over and get all the DVDs from Netflix.

Speaking of cults, I wouldn't mind starting one of my own. The laborers could toil in the fields for my edification, and all of the most delicious boys would relax in my harem. I'd avoid the common cult mistake and keep my AK47 collection to a minimium. And the true thing that would keep turnover low - a damn fine 401K.

I gave my iPod a thorough charging last night, and it managed to put out tunes for about four hours before it died. Ugh. 4 hours is a lot better than 30 mins, but still ugh. Right in the middle of 'The Rhythm is Gonna Getcha'.

Still have a headache, it'll probably be a couple of more days until my caffeine addiction wears off. A couple more days of self-inflcited suffering - because yes, it is my fault - and then I won't be crying for my fix any more.

I can't help but notice that the majority of the things I listed yesterday as desperate desires are material things or luxury items. I'd probably be a lot happier if I could learn to cast of the yoke of capitalist oppression, and so on. I could become an arctic ascetic, pondering deep thoughts and solving the mysteries of the universe.

...Nah.

Oh yeah, here's a picture.
Thanks for putting up with my bitchyness.



Meet Caeled. The wind is gonna bite his nose off if he aint real careful, yes it is. That's a good wind. Shhhhh don't tell him, you'll ruin the fun.

Litany Webb, signing off

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