Oct 02, 2005 23:14
That title is absolutely ludicrous. I sincerely give my apologies.
Today to throw a rigid number 3 into life's cogs, I hiked Kennesaw Mountain. However, because I am much maligned and foolish, I reached the summit only to descend back down and then climb "Little Kennesaw", or the mountain right next to "Big Kennesaw". Because of this I had to rescale the mountain and go down the proper side simply to get back to the visitor center. I climbed a tree at the summit and it was spellbinding. I did manage to scrape together a serene if exhausting day, and I got to read a little more into "Last Exit To Brooklyn". This book is nuts. Read it. This seems a pretty useless entry, and I swore on my father's future grave to avoid these. So we'll take this to the sixth dimension.
I'm going to Vancouver for Christmas by myself and I'm terribly excited. I'm going to ask for the 24th and 25th off and book a cheap motel room on Vancouver Island or somewhere not actually within city limits but fairly close and just...*unknown input*. Something, though. I may also be going to Paris for 3 weeks in March.
I so enjoy exploding.