Ducks and things

Nik and I went to the Knoxville Rubber Duck race on Saturday. It's the first time I've gone out and done something in a while, other than going to work. I lost someone very close to me and life hasn't been the same since. Everytime something big happens I feel like a part of reality breaks off and becomes a new reality. I don't know how else to describe it. I'm still me and life is still going on around me, but nothing will ever be the same.

I think writing about death while posting a picture of a giant duck makes the giant duck seem even more absurd.




This is the VID (very important duck) boat in which rich people can watch the rubber ducks being dropped into the water.

I'd post a picture of the rubber ducks racing but when thousands of ducks are dumped into a huge river you can't really distinguish one from the next, it's just a big yellow blob floating on the water.

We had a good time except I got sunburned on one shoulder, and we were starving because we refused to buy overpriced greasy food. I could go on a tangent about how fat everyone is, and how there's never anything healthy to eat at events. People eat whatever they're sold, and then they wonder why they gain weight. It's all so stupid. Eating greasy foods = getting fat. It's not complicated. Anyway, next year we'll bring sandwiches, and ride on the $10 non-VID boat.