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Not the Best Weekend Ever
Sep. 16th, 2014 11:14 amLast weekend’s theme was frustration.
As planned, I got up early Saturday to drive to the Gunks to climb. I hadn’t felt like going when I signed up, and I didn’t feel like going when I got up, but I went anyway. I do really enjoy climbing, I knew that if I didn’t go, I’d get annoyed with myself for pissing the day away, and I figured that I’d get in the mood once I got out there. I figured wrong.
( Saturday the lawnrrd got wet )
On the frustration meter, though, Saturday was a minor blip compared to Sunday.
( Sunday the lawnrrd got cryptic )
It’s been two days, and I still start to shake when I think about it.
As planned, I got up early Saturday to drive to the Gunks to climb. I hadn’t felt like going when I signed up, and I didn’t feel like going when I got up, but I went anyway. I do really enjoy climbing, I knew that if I didn’t go, I’d get annoyed with myself for pissing the day away, and I figured that I’d get in the mood once I got out there. I figured wrong.
( Saturday the lawnrrd got wet )
On the frustration meter, though, Saturday was a minor blip compared to Sunday.
( Sunday the lawnrrd got cryptic )
It’s been two days, and I still start to shake when I think about it.
