It's 11:00 at night, it's pitch black out and I've got nothing to do. Hhmm, maybe I'll do what my neighbor's are doing and mow my lawn! That's right. My neighbor's decided last night that the best time to mow their lawn was in the middle of the night. My hillbilly neighbors are so weird! Luckily the country music has been turned down because my other neighbors have started yelling at them. Of course those are the neighbors that sit around their bonfire everynight yelling "git-r-done." Seriously. I'm actually not sure that I left Tennesee. Do I still live in the South? My neighbors seem to think so. By the way, I think I might stab the next person I hear say git-r-done. Or just look at them with an expression on my face that isn't very nice. Whatever.