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I'm in Utah, and I just lost 20 minutes of entry. Skiing is good bordering on awesome, I am hell of anxious, getting kind of sick, need to figure out what to get Kyle for the holiday season. Need to get some calculus and physics done this week. Spent most of the past week hanging out, climbing (okay I only went once, 17 dollars a visit is a little excessive), saw the Da Vinci exhibit in San Francisco, and just drinking a lot. I really enjoyed the drinking. Would have been better if the laptop was working. Drinking is really the writer's drug, there's something about not knowing where you were or where you're going to wind up later in the day that really gets you into putting thoughts to words.
It's a weird quality - the more things I do, the more boring I feel. I'd say something about that but it's all coming out melodrama, and I could do with less of that overall.
It's a weird quality - the more things I do, the more boring I feel. I'd say something about that but it's all coming out melodrama, and I could do with less of that overall.