05.20.02 :: 2:50 pm
Travels are to come. Helen and I plan on getting in her car while My Boy is away, and finding all things creepy and bizarre about the fine, fine state we live in.
Probably not the cemeteries or abandoned asylums, but I'm sure we'll freak ourselves out nonetheless.
The weather's not showing it, but it's smelling like summer cookouts, and crickets.