I am now in the Middle of Nowhere, Maryland with my friends D.R. and B.N. I am in the country. There is a lake here, as well as a lot of leaves on the ground.
I don’t ever want to leave.
I suppose at some point the religious wacko white supremacist snake handlers will discover that we’re here and come and burn crosses on the lawn until we’re forced to flee the state.
But until then, I’m just going to sit here by the fireplace fire, watch my dog play with D.R.’s dog, eat carbohydrates like there’s no tomorrow, and be blissfully relaxed and unconcerned about my responsibilities back in New York.
This is terrible. I don’t even feel neurotic here.
What is happening to me?