Enga mellom fjella

No title could describe this entry...

me:

"He slid his hand into his pocket, pulled out money and the tip of his penis he had put there, cursed himself for not going to the doctor sooner, put it back. He wondered whether it as too late to have it reattached, called a friend, listened to the incessant ringing."

Or so I wrote in my journal [edited]. Dreams are weird. At least it wasn't a horrible nightmare. Nightmares are frightening. This was more depressing/numbing/disbelief/WTF, but with a sigh not anger.

Little accomplished ... again. A walk up to the cemetery and sunset photos. Rice and beans with huevos rancheros. More photos. Phone calls to my mother and aunt. Put money on my Tico phone.

Sunday is a quiet day of futbol on the TV. The local team lost 0-1.

News stories? What news ... When Yahoo's top 4 headlines yesterday concerned: 1. whether open kitchens were in or out of fashion, 2. another celebrity in rehab, 3. how to reheat a pizza, 4. advice as to where it's best to retire to... I wanted to scream.

I don't have my own kitchen to remodel. I don't know celebrities. I rarely eat pizza. I know that retirement articles are for average suburban white folk with decent incomes who want to live in warm climates and be catered to, not me.

In the meantime: homicides are 20/day in Honduras, Somalia is ungovernable, Gay men are being rounded up in Nigeria (some may face stoning), Conservative American Christians are offended about being called out over their bigotry and Britain is being flooded due to impending same sex marriages (according to a Ukip Councillor).

In good news the 2014 auto show is getting rave reviews and Elio vehicle may be able to deliver 80 mpg at a price of $7,000.

So ... I need a car to drive around the world avoiding Honduras, Nigeria, Somalia and rabid Conservatives.

Maybe if a knew a celebrity? One that likes pizza and doesn't cut off penises...

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