Good heavens. It’s Wednesday already.
Good heavens. How is it only Wednesday?
Heh. I’m sure you can relate. Things have been going at about 1,000 miles an hour (well, my car tops out around 100, but even that seems like it’s been going way faster than it should as of late (ooh– double parenthesis. I should be shot. But it’s for a worthy side-note: it’s been almost a year since my last ticket. Personally, I think I’m long overdue. (ooh!! bonus #2: when I come back from Thailand, assuming I don’t manage to get myself a ticket in the next month and a half, my record will be CLEAN! That’s AMAZING!))).
Wow. That thought was totally hi-jacked.
Anyhow. The whole point of this post is state that I went climbing with Sagar and some of his work buddies last night. Not that anyone cares, but I feel like my climb has really improved in the last month– I took a couple 5.9s and one 5.10, and although I was sore this morning, I didn’t have much trouble with any of my climbs last night.
Speaking of which, I’m hoping to get out and climb some real rocks in Veadeawoo next Saturday night. Whoo!
I spent some quality time with the trimmer today– so much so that, after fighting weeds nearly as tall as I am for an hour, I had the equivalent of SPF-1000 sunblock on my legs. Yeah. My bare legs. Or at least they were bare until they were covered with a 1/4″ layer of weed flesh. One of these days I’ll wise up and invest in some of those … pants … that everyone seems to be wearing, but in the mean time, after turning my shower green, my legs look like I have chicken-pox. Heh. It’s my own stupid fault, of course, and it’s not like this is the first time (or the second… or the one-hundred and fifty-third, for that matter– two years on a lawn crew, and I still didn’t get the hang of wearing pants).
Right-oh. (just say it out loud.)
Tonight? Well, I think I’m probably going to kick back, take care of a couple things (like applying for a Visa…. details, details), and kill off a book.
Or so I say now. Lord knows that Sean’s going to call me in 10 minutes and we’re going to go out again tonight and I won’t get home again till the wee hours of the morning…
But in the mean-time. Ta ta.