So I have some stuff to do. One of these things is a large amount of reading. I don't own the book, or I'd be reading right now. After dinner. I promise. I'll be in the library a very long time. It's not hard reading, actually. It was written by this guy looking for an adventure in the early 1930's, so he decided to relocate to the Soviet Union. I can't say that it was the best idea in the world, but had I been alive in the 1930's with the same ambitions as I do now, I would finish school and then do what he did. Which may have led to my end, but we won't go there.
My brother Evan and friend Simon came up on Friday night. It was a really good time, and it was great having them up here. We played Settlers, which I didn't win, but to me was not about winning. It was about having 5 other people in my room at once and watching them all interact, which isn't something that flies on a normal weekend. Went on a hike the next day, and was really tired from that when we set up a slackline and screwed around in the grass for awhile.
Night came. I crashed.
Church this morning.
Then climbing.
then laundry.
Then this.
My back is sort of sore. I didn't realize that climbing worked the back so much. I am still trying to get my upper arms to equal each other. My right is bigger than my left, which to my in-some-ways-OCD self just isn't cool.
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