I sit in a Krystal's in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, one of the only places here where I can get online (even the Starbucks don't provide wireless for me!). We rented a cabin in the mountains, secluded and quiet, where we spend our time reading, writing, and relaxing in the hot tub. I am reading The Barbarian Way by McManus (a few quotes to come up here perhaps Friday?) as well as hammering out a few pages on my Romans commentary (halfway done at 25 pages!). Several outlines for horror short stories are developing in my head; the horror genres of ghosts and vampires and werewolves have been outdated for a long time, but I am taking a fresh approach to try and reinvent them into a more... emergent context, if I can use a word out-of-context.

The mountains here are absolutely beautiful.They surround us in every direction.

I've drank more coffee this week than I have in my entire life.

Oh, and a girl I was "seeing" decided it would be best if we just stay friends. It does not bother me, even though part of me thinks it should. She is a really, really, really good girl, hard-to-find in this world, and I consider it an honor just to know her.

As they say in Dinotopia, "Breathe deep, seek peace." Sometimes I wish I were a paleontologist.