Nothing happened.
Well, it turns out I didn't do anything this long Memorial Day weekend.

I got up later than I would have like on Saturday to do any sort of far away geocaching run, and it didn't matter much to me at the time because the forecast predicted lots of stormy weather. Lo and behold, it didn't rain for shit around here, so I could have played in the woods locally if I was so inclined.

I was going to make an epic geocaching run all day Sunday, but Mr. Mitchell called me late Saturday asking me if I wanted to do some frisbee golfing. Sure, what the hell. The tupperware ain't going anywhere.

I started falling apart physically Sunday afternoon. I could tell I was coming down with something by midday Friday, and I wouldn't stop blowing my nose 48 hours later. SARS. I ended up having to NyQuil myself to sleep. Also, I noticed I somehow got a small amount of poison ivy across my left ankle, which makes absolutely no sense because when I play in the woods, I always have socks and shoes on.

To add to my physical afflictions, I got a lump forming on one of my eyelids. It's probably another chalazion. Super. Hot compresses ftw.

When I woke up today, I was pretty run down. I was in no condition to do any sort of epic tupperware runs -- or do anything, really -- so I stayed in the condo and played video games all day. Whee.

That's alright. There are plenty more weekends coming up for me to do the things I want to do.

I'm going to bed now. The last three months
This entry exists solely to bridge the time between my Virginia Trip and Memorial Day. I like to write about what I do on the barbecuing holidays, but it would just seem a little too weird to jump straight into it without first discussing what's been going on for the last two or three months. Besides, I still have posts from February on the front page.

Needless to say, quite a few things have happened:

* One of my better friends here in Keene has completely disowned me over the dumbest of things: a misunderstanding. I don't really want to get into it, but suffice to say, the problem isn't really a problem and could very easily be solved be talking with one another. However, being ignorant is the strategy of the opposing party (coward). It's not cool when I have to get all of my information second-hand or even third-hand. Once I caught a drift as to what the issue was, I wrote a letter explaining the situation as I see it and apologize for any confusion, but I'm still being ignored weeks later. What gives?

* I recently got the worst raise ever, both percent-wise and amount-wise, in my working career. Coupled with the bullet point above and the recent crackdown on overtime, I'm really not looking to continue my life in Keene. I need to do go elsewhere and prosper.

* I had an infected epidermal cyst on my left hip. I didn't even know that what I had was even a cyst; I've had it on my body for as far back as I can remember. It never did anything. I just figured it was some sort of anomaly. But it started to turn red on one half of it. I went to the doctor's and was prescribed my first pill ever: cephalexin! It didn't seen to do much, though, because as the days passed, it got redder and redder and more sensitive to the touch. Blood was pooling near the surface, and eventually it would burst one morning in a bloody and cheesy mess and I had to take a trip to the emergency room. They didn't do much there, but a few gauze-intensive weeks, I had the fucker surgically removed. My first ever surgery. Funny that I haven't been to a doctor's office in the last 12 years, but I ended up going a total of four times over a month. I took some hot pictures of the incident but I don't know what to do with them.

* I haven't been geocaching as much as I have in years past, but it's still my primary way of killing time. I usually go out once a week and bag a bunch of them. I'm not really looking for numbers this year. Instead, I'm more focused on finding every cache in New Hampshire that existed prior to me becoming a geocaching member. There are about 130 of them, and most of them are far away and/or on desolate mountain tops. I figure if I can a couple of them a week, I should be ok, especially with gas being cheaper this summer compared to the last few years. It's not a goal I can see myself completing this year, if at all (I need a kayak for some of them), but it's nice to have a purpose.

* If I'm not in the woods hunting down tupperware, I'm typically at my mom's. I visit more often now than when I didn't have my own washer and drier. Not sure how that happened. I think subconsciously I want to be more involved with my immediate family. Catch some of my nephew's baseball games and whatnot. I kinda got the urge to settle down once I turned 30, but lacking a girl and a family of my own, I'm trying to give myself worth by checking out what's happening in Hillsboro once a week.

* I sued someone and won the case. Now I gotta collect my money. Hope that doesn't turn out to be too much of a hassle.

* Me living with Brown is still going well. We drink, play 8-Ball, and play Cribbage a lot. :) The pool they have on site officially opened yesterday. We went swimming. I don't remember the last time I went swimming prior to last night.

* Brown and I started off with three pets: two rose hair tarantulas and one snapping turtle. One of the tarantulas has died (old age?) and we set the turtle free in nearby Goose Pond.

* Mr. Mitchell and I have gone disc golfing a number of times. We bought a few new discs to replace the ones we keep losing. :) I'm impressed we continue to do this; he has a wife and a newborn and works like 60 hours a week, yet still he manages to fit me in somehow. Good stuff.

There's no guarantee I'm even going to write about what I end up doing this Memorial Day weekend, but I figure I'd write this up anyway. If you want more up-to-the-minute news, you can always look me up on Facebook.