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Land bought. Cabin plans approved by the zoning boards for the area, I picked an unincorporated area just for safety's sake, off grid plans made. It's near a little creek, and it's a beautiful location. One step to grabbing my life and taking it back from these stupid dreams.

Six horses sold this month. Two more leased out to students. Four shows attended. My girls brought back blues and reds, and one grand champion. I brought my own ribbons and silver platters back. Four open stalls to get booked for boarding, two new adult clients.

Show barns are always a busy, busy place. I'd be confused if it wasn't so busy, though.

Had the craziest dream. But at least I know even when I have weird dreams, dream me still gets herself into trouble trying to do the right thing.

Felt so real though.

It's a bit odd, isn't it? Seeing things you really never truly understood from a completely different light and then suddenly you understand them; what's more, to know that the more you hear about what is and isn't, and then to know that what is and isn't, you find that what isn't is, and vice versa, and it's really quite thrilling.

Regardless, I've just finished a bowl of custard, been craving it, but it's missing a bit of something. Not sure, I'll work on that; in the mean time, anyone catch the meteor shower? No, probably not, no one knew it happened really. Kind of sneaks by you a bit, but they're not even meteors, just tourists really.

Also, bread pudding. I need some bread pudding, anyone make it, and anyone who makes it well?

Since arrivin' to this here fair city, I've nearly been mugged, nearly car-jacked, and flashed by a hobo on at least two occasions. Mugger met with ill fate, car jacker learned a bit about momentum and 'nertia. The hobos I let go upon their merry ways, seems you've got to get yourself a bit of entertainment now and then when you're livin' behind a Home Depot.

Now I ain't a bettin' man, but if I were I'd take a bet on my running into some misfortunes; for, as you see, I arrived at my bar today to find two junkies passed out on my office floor, with a filing cabinet being rummaged through; I don't keep nothin' too valuable there so I doubt the only thing of value they found was the bottle of Jack I've got kept up in there. And as it's been emptied, I reckon it's probably the reason for their state.

When they came to, I persuaded them to talk a bit about what they were hoping to find. And come to find out, my ex wife of a former precarious situation had hired them to get some information for her regarding my business. Should I know her, which rightfully I probably do not, I imagine she's doing a bang up job of trying to get herself a little nest egg in case her current junkie husband--one of the fine, young, and upstanding citizens I spoke to--begins to falter in his rather profitable business of Meth dealing.

But today was a good day, I had myself a rather delightful burger and I didn't see any man bits.