international poop log
i was going for a weather forcasting-ish sound on the last IPL entry, something a-la "cloudy with a chance of meatballs"
anyway, on to the real substance of the log: my poop.
:: we now return you to your regularly scheduled pooping program, 3 times a day. when i say regular i mean, nothing like a STRICT diet of beans/rice/tortillas to sort out the digestive plumbing. breakfast, lunch, and dinner i sit down to eat thinking how sigrid would be in heaven and all i want to ask is, "why cant we ever have just like a salad or something?"::
not much else to say, surprisingly not much happens in the middle of nowhere...
there is a festival for the patron saint of estacion catorce this weekend that should be baller, im taking an excursion into the desert for a day para cazar el hikuri and since its been raining for the last straight week or two i might be found in the cow pastures on the edge of town hunting mushrooms as well. later on in the week we are going camping and thursday im going to real de catorce, the famous hippy town nestled in the mountains. the week should also be filled with a more regular work schedule, something which has been lacking and therefore adding to the slight boredom ive found myself faced with the last week.
anyway, on to the real substance of the log: my poop.
:: we now return you to your regularly scheduled pooping program, 3 times a day. when i say regular i mean, nothing like a STRICT diet of beans/rice/tortillas to sort out the digestive plumbing. breakfast, lunch, and dinner i sit down to eat thinking how sigrid would be in heaven and all i want to ask is, "why cant we ever have just like a salad or something?"::
not much else to say, surprisingly not much happens in the middle of nowhere...
there is a festival for the patron saint of estacion catorce this weekend that should be baller, im taking an excursion into the desert for a day para cazar el hikuri and since its been raining for the last straight week or two i might be found in the cow pastures on the edge of town hunting mushrooms as well. later on in the week we are going camping and thursday im going to real de catorce, the famous hippy town nestled in the mountains. the week should also be filled with a more regular work schedule, something which has been lacking and therefore adding to the slight boredom ive found myself faced with the last week.