Dallas

Last night we parked up our RV in a carpark in a town called
Abilene, Texas. I had the worst nights sleep I've ever had,
on account of some chuffing birds that a) would not shut up
and b) entered my nightmares.

It was so bizzare, there were literally thousands of birds
gathered together in a carpark until well after midnight,
making horrific noises and turning the trees black. I would
like somebody to tell me what the balls they were doing. Thanks.

Anyway, I had some weird dream about a murderer who'd
trained a bunch of birds to kill people, and the squawking
outside my window didn't do much to help.

So this morning I woke up all stressed, in a carpark, in some
odd little town in deepest darkest Texas. Then I drove god
knows how many miles to Dallas in a nomadic shack.

Dallas is super hot. Humid and sticky and stressful. But it's
nice, all the same. We did the JFK stuff. The 6th floor museum.
Which cost a fortune, but Will seems to like JFK, or he likes
the conspiricy, or something.

Either way, despite having a lovely earpiece telling me all I
needed to know, Will took on a Tourguide of the Month routine
and maintained it for the rest of the day. Ha. I'm joking Will,
it was interesting, really.

He got a little annoyed, I think, because I'm not clued up on
the story. Plus I think it's perfectly plausable that Oswald guy
shot him!! Jeez.

We just watched The Watchmen at a cinema. It was a wildgoose
chase finding one that was actually showing it, but we succeeded.
Sleeping in the cinema carpark tonight. I smell bad.