Nothingness

28 days without blogging. 22 days since I left the boat. 5 days since I joined a gym. 3 days since I ate turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberries, sweet potatoes, and gravy. 2 days since my last sip of alcohol. 1 day until Monday. A lifetime to be alone. I hope everyone out there had a pleasant Thanksgiving and a safe and uneventful journey back home (if you left it). I spent my holiday in Keswick, ran into a friend I hadn't seen in many years and ate my face off. I also slept my ass off. I would have stayed and slept some more but I had to work on Saturday. By work, I mean volunteering at a golf course as the starter so that I can get free golf. Hard times. The work this time of year is easy but come spring, I will begin to earn those free rounds. I went to the gym today and ran slowly on a treadmill. I wanted to watch football whilst exercising but they only get 5 channels and there was no football to be found. 5 channels is a bit weak in my opinion, but heck, I'm not there to watch television, right?! I'm listening to boxawine doing their 2nd best Rank Stranger ever recorded. That band had talent. Shit, next up in the party shuffle is Earl Scruggs doing Foggy Mountain Breakdown. Way to show me up Earl! I'm having a conversation with my iTunes, is that a bad thing? Maybe 28 days wasn't long enough?

Island of Regrets

It's my favorite night of the year! It's the night we get right with God and stop all this Daylight Savings bull shit. The only plus to this farce is the extra hour of sleep we all get one night of the year. Unless you have to work past 2 am, in which case, you get an extra hour of work! Unlucky bastards. We've also put October, the coolest month, behind us, begrudgingly. November brings the beginning of winter, but also Thanksgiving. Turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberries, corn pudding, and stuffing. Dirty leaves and the dead ground. Fires in fireplaces. Smoke and cinders. Ashes ashes we all fall down.
I wish I felt like fixing this awful picture layout, but I got to work at 4am today and have no wits left about me. Forgive me my trespass. These pictures are from my last day off trip to St. Simon's and Jekyll Islands. Nice places. Surprisingly crowded from the Georgia Florida football game (sorry Georgia!). I enjoyed a great evening at the end of a pier at Jekyll Island, sitting at the minutest of raw bars watching the sun set, sailboats and shrimpers navigate the channel and eating oysters and shrimp. One of the shrimp boats docked and brought fresh catch up to the bar. How cool is that?! The waitress had a voice of an angel (some frisky table of golfers kept asking her to sing) with the looks to match. I don't know much about Jekyll, but is is relatively underdeveloped and thank God for that. It is an oasis in this era of the homogeneous faux bourgeoisie.