Well, I'm finally going back to Satan George, Utah. I'm being rescued from Sick City, Idaho on Sunday and, after a night in Salt Lake City, Utah, should arrive in Satan George, Utah sometime Monday. Yippy! The funny thing is that I hate Satan George, Utah just slightly less than I hate Sick City. The wind never stops down there. It's the one thing on this world that has no purpose in this world. Wind is nothing but consequential. It exists only as a reaction. It is the worst part of Satan George, Utah. It's a measure of how much I hate Sick City, Idaho that I would choose wind and everything else that I've complained about in Satan (there's nothing 'saint' about it) George,Utah over Sick City.