Hannah and I spent a week at Heron Lake with Hannah's family. It was beautiful. I guess it's the end of the vacation season up there, so there were hardly any other people up there. Quiet. Peaceful. Basically no internet access and no phone service.

It's hard coming back from a place like that. Back to the noise and the city and the stress. The stupidity.

I trashed Trailer Trashed. It started feeling wrong since one of the earlier entries, where I said I didn't want to be hemmed in. I don't want to do any more "themed" weblogs. I just want to do what I want to do. I know I'm just fighting against myself here. Still.

I've been crabby since we got back. I think it's one of those things where you get taken out of your environment for a while, the water you swim in, and when you get dumped back in, it's not the same anymore. Stuff you weren't even aware of before, now bothers you in a way you can't shake off.

You want change. You don't want to just go back to how it was before. You don't want to go back to putting up with stuff you didn't even realize you had to put up with.

So here's what I did, was, I started over. Like DC Comics style. "Final Crisis," whatever. Reboot. All the old stuff is over here. Weirdsmobile starts now!