bugs! fucking bugs. we were going to escape the bugs and move to the radiant cleanliness of the paris of the effing prairies. there was a house. small but fine. character. our neighbourhood. dog friendly. cheap. trees, trees for god's sake. good landlords who would have treated us precisely as wonderfuly as they always have.

now cam and vesti are annoyed with us and think we're flaky for changing our minds 16 times.

it's all part of the post ness anticlimax downward slide. i want no part of it. give me drinks and ask me no questions.

sam won. this time.