Down to the final count now. Unless one of my neighbors was stupid enough to leave their wi-fi channel unprotected, I'll likely wake up with nothing but 'Destination Unreachable' messages. There's always metro-fi, but it really sucks rocks. I'd probably prefer to do without.

I'll be too busy to write anyway.  

But you probably realize it's not going to be that easy to get rid of me. I'll still be here, except I won't really be here, I'll be there, or maybe someplace in between.  

Time now for a last beer or three. Oh what the heck. I've got to finish everything that's in the fridge anyways. If you think I'm going to throw away any perfectly good beer, you obviously don't know me very well. So I propose a toast. Here's to the good ol' U.S. of A. It's been good. Well at least before George, anyway.

And another toast to everybody here in the valley that still has dreams. Stop dreaming. Live those dreams. Just do it.

So until next time....

Hasta la vista, babee.

Later, dudes.