Greg returns from vacation

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Here's what I found, after a week in paradise:

1) Even by Atlanta standards it's hot and humid. The best way to properly convey how lovely it is here is for all of you to coat yourselves with warm yogurt and lie under a wool blanket for eight hours. Feck.

2) My jackass friend Pete did not pick up my mail as promised.

3) My romantic travails did not magically resolve themselves while I was gone.

4) There's an unpleasant mildewy smell in the bathroom. The smell of broken dreams.

5) The Past Greg of a week ago lacked the foresight to buy a six-pack and place it lovingly in the fridge, despite knowing that Future Greg would likely be thirsty. Fucker.

Screw it. I'm going back to the mountains.

Greg