I'm straying from my single-track focus.  WTF is the deal with gas prices?  This is just wrong.  I'm not going to buy some electric car because there's no way I could fit my entire family and my skincare products inside.  Plus, I don't want to drive around in a rollerskate.  My car is quite fuel efficient.  Today it cost me $59.67 to fill it up.  I can't take these gas prices anymore.  We should revolt.  A Gasoline Revolution where we all hang out at gas stations in long underwear and screech like monkeys until they lower the prices.  I believe that would do the trick.

We live in an area where the oil industry has literally made this county.  If it weren't for the oil and gas industry this place would still be a giant tumbleweed inhabited by people without teeth and skin like beef jerky.  I don't want the prices to drop below $2 a gallon, but pretty soon it's going to be difficult for the companies here to actually service the industry.  Nobody will be able to afford to drive to work, much less perform their duties.  We'll all go on welfare.  The oil and gas industry will be forced into non-existence.  Then what?  Probably we'll all move to Iraq because the living conditions are better.

The other day I was told that we can expect gas prices to get up to $8 a gallon here sometime this summer.  At that point I'll be joining a commune in Peru where I can wear muu-muu dresses and no undergarments. 

We didn't catch anybody last night, but that was expected because we didn't trap.  The Kitty Buffet had no visitors.  Not even an overweight redneck wearing overalls, his toothless wife, and their 18 children.  

Our night vision camera didn't arrive today because UPS dared to have an airplane mechanical issue.  Damn them.  How dare they not deliver my package because an airplane might be dangerous?  They should've flown anyway and left it to chance. 

I love the world today. 

I would feel better if, tonight, Sunkist knocks on the door and asks to use the loo.

It's been 23 days.