It's really amazing how visiting my parents in small town Saskatchewan lowers my brain-activity level. It's already noon here and I feel barely awake. They have wifi but I can't even make myself read LJ. (I'll definitely catch up at some point, though.) It's too cold outside, too hot inside, and too boring everywhere. The coffee is weak, the family is religious, and I've already run out of conversation. And my partner couldn't get time off work, so there's no one to commiserate with.
I think I psyched myself out by watching all that Corner Gas the last few weeks. I keep expecting Davis to show up so we can have a brief but passionate affair.
There's no point to this post, really. I just wanted to prove to myself that I'm still conscious.