Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Lewisburg Pics: Two Blurry, One Not
Ah, the glamorous life. This is my living room. It's really been lived in. I have two bedrooms but I don't sleep in a comfy bed. When I first arrived in Lewisburg I slept in a nice big bed. But not anymore. Why not? I'm scared! Somebody told me there's a ghost in my apartment. That someone being Ron Mohring. And even though I can't sense the presence of spirits, just the thought of living with a ghost scares me. So I sleep on the couch in the living room. With the TV on. I'm hoping the talking heads on MSNBC will ward off the ghost.
This is a blurry pic of a creek close to my place. This is why I haven't left my apartment for the past four days. It's cold and dreary. But today I forced myself to take a walk in the evening. I had to get out. I was getting lonely. How lonely? I was this close to calling you.
This is a cool blurry pic of the Xmas tree in the town square. It's official: Xmas is here. And quite frankly: it sucks. I'm not a Xmas guy. Hell, I'm not even a guy.