Calm thoughts and a contortionist.

After my last post, I am about out of my mind. I've called back, wondering where my "return call" is from the shop. I learned that the answering service is in fucking Oregon.

Oregon.

Dude. I've been to Oregon. Nothing is in Oregon. It may as well me Afghanistan. (Apologies to Atari, I wanted an excuse to use that)

Only two things can calm me down.

This:

and this:

The first one is an image I stole from somewhere... can't remember where. The second picture is one of my cats. Oh to be a contortionist like he is.