Dings

Damn. Almost put a ding in my board today. I have got to learn to be more careful!

Two sessions today... the waves weren't that great... and I am super tired.

Odd thing happened though... I was at the Incinerator Rock parking lot this afternoon, standing at the trunk of my Aerostar, staring at my beautiful fin sticking out of the board bag, about to change into my wetsuit, when I heard someone yell my name out of a silver pick up truck. People yell my name out of silver pick up trucks all the time... but I tend to know those license plates... not this one though... and I'd never seen that canopy before... it turned out to be an ex-coworker... who, by the time I left intel, was a hearings officer at PREC. She later took a one year leave of absence to work for the PNP program... and is now at the stage when she must decide whether to go back to the feds for a guaranteed paycheque every other week for the rest of her (it would undoubtedly become again) miserable life.

Been there.

And now I surf on a beautiful G&S 11' Noserider... and I play a surf-stoked receptionist who can dance on the ruins of a crumbling world... the most critical issue on my mind is not how to make the world a better place... but rather how I can get a vinyl cut-out sticker custom made for my new board.

My arms are jello. I must sleep.