Atomictumor

Fetus in fetu.
And AT was bitching cuz I hadn’t written a post in a week…

Is Friday really the ordeal that it feels like, or is it just that theres the anticipation of the weekend coming up?

We’re looking to be camping overnight in the ancestral mountains of North Carolina, where my ancient kin distilled ’shine, made moony eyes at siblings, and killed each other over squirrels. Its a harsh country, one the internet hasn’t fully saturated with its promises of easy Friday night dates and instant tabloid news.

We’ll be doing mighty deeds in these rugged mountains. Jdub has informed me that she has purchased no less than 36 beers, barely enough for the 30 or 40 relatives that will be at the site. We’ll all be needing to bring a beer supply. And then protecting it. And believe me, protecting your beer supply is important among us mountain people.

But before any of this can happen, I have to make it through Friday. With 37 minutes to go, we’re neck and neck between the AT going postal and ripping things up; AT going home with a smile on his face; and AT falling over dead of the heart attack that slowly tightens up on my left arm, promising the sweet, sweet release of oblivion.

But dammit, we’re not going to get Jdubs beer that way! Down to 35 minutes…

I think I might win this one.