9:28 p.m. - Saturday, Apr. 21, 2007
Number of inches between the dusty, never-rained-upon ground and the underside of my front porch: 16.
Number of years since a human being has been under my porch: at least 17.
Number of spider egg sacs on the underside of my porch: 1,562,844.
Number of live spiders under my porch: 2 (not anymore, though).
Number of dessicated bird corpses under my porch: 1.
Number of hours I've spent under my porch in the space of two days: 6.
Number of times I've said "goddamn" or "son of a bitch" or "what the fuck is that?" during those 6 hours: undetermined.
I'm going to bed now.