Macaroni

So, Connecticut, though it's pretty, is a state that annoys me to no end. The roads suck, the drivers suck worse, and my body seems to think that it can't survive without at least 90% humidity.
Everything is expensive (and the state makes me feel a little claustrophobic (yeah, the whole state)) and the roads are screwy. Not as bad as New York, but still gratuitously obnoxious. It's like the civic engineers tried to make it as complicated as possible to get from point A to point B and a half (because, let's face it, you're never actually going to get to point B, you'll just circle it desperately for half an hour before giving up and walking half a mile.)
Also, it should not take 45 minutes to travel 16 miles. This is very wrong, Connecticut...ians...?
My sister bought a shamefully large house (but I am pleased that the house across the street is much cuter, and I bring this to my sisters' attention quite frequently.)
The dogs are even more neurotic and, in Alfie's case, senile, than the last time I visited. Alfie spontaneously runs laps up and down the stairs. He walked through the paint can lid (that Dessa left...on the floor? For some reason?) and left tiny green pawprints all over the painting tarp yesterday. He also kicked over his food dish today because he felt walking through it was more expedient than walking around it (I mean, he's right, but he still made a mess.)
Sleeping on an air mattress sucks. My back hurts all the time now. My mother snores intermittently and I have to flip around to make her stop (probably by waking her up but it is my little vengeance.) I know I've been waking up a lot because I remember three or four dreams a night now as opposed to the one or two I usually remember.
Diedre dragged me to the state fair in one of them (I apparently had something better to do?) and I lost my pen in a ninja-bull's manure (the manure was unfortunately not graced with any ninja aspects.) The bull was hiding under a pile of hay, though.
I think I was supposed to buy something there too, but I'm not sure anymore cause I think that was actually the night before last.

Dessa and Nathan eat poorly. We bought too much at the grocery store in abject fear of the emptiness/junk food repository of the kitchen.

Did I mention there's no snow and I am disappointed? This probably means that Nature is saving it all up for a shitstorm of snow the day I try to fly out of here just to jack everything up.



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