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These next few weeks are going to be a royal pain in the butt. For real.

I went to church this morning, which always seems to be awkward. I feel like a visitor at Glenwood, and while I enjoy it, it's just...different. Talking to people you haven't seen in awhile is sort of weird.

Drove back north, singing along to Brad Paisley, Garth Brooks, Counting Crows, and random other songs. Man I love singing. I'm certainly terrible at it, but it's a blast.

I never thought climbing could feel so good. I'm seriously addicted. It felt so good to get on that wall again this evening, even if I did have to climb by myself. It feels good to conquer routes that have stumped you for three days in a row.

So here I am. Checking facebook and blogging instead of reading and writing like I'm supposed to.

Meh.

I'll make it. It's supposed to be a beautiful week mostly, so hopefully I'll still be able to get stuff done.

And hike. WOOT