Day 43ll.
Probably not.
I went up to Tim's room to give him some menus and then realized I had forgotten the menus so I went back down to my room. I told him I had to go back to home to get them and I would be right back. Back home. Today is a day of. Every day back home is a day off. Not really but it is sometimes easy to think that out here. In Atlanta. On a day off. Day on. Day off. I spent a chunk of the day on the phone and then reading email. All work stuff. The type of stuff you would do if you had a desk job. Which is why I don't have a desk job. At least I thought I didn't. I do have a mild headache. Probably from craning my neck to watch the TV in the back lounge. And what is it on the TV that has me neck craning? Is it a movie, perhaps a DVD or a video cassette(our bus does both, aint that fancy)or is it satellite TV, cable without the wire, hundreds of channels from the comfort of the back of a bus. But no. It is none of those things. It is something much worse. More addictive. More disruptive. And for those not involved, more annoying. I am of course talking about Tony Hawk's Project 8. As addictive as, anything that you find highly addictive. In short, my neck hurts because I have been watching/playing video games.
Have a nice day.
I forgot to mention that the roof hatch in the rear of the bus leaks. We found this out while driving North out of a rainy Florida. There is a decorative ceiling panel that covers the roof hatch. Water was pooling on top of the panel until we went round a turn at which point it looked like a fountain at a cheap catering hall spilling water all over the couch, floor, and Tim. We pooled the collective brain power available at the time and came up with a criss cross towel solution that didn't work very well. Tim suggested peanut butter. We vetoed that suggestion.
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