Rain and Snow...

I went for a surf today with the 11' NSP despite the fact that I probably shouldn't have. I got up and went to check the surf. It looked horrible on every beach all the way to Long Beach. As I was driving to Florencia (determined to find a place to surf), I got a message from ULTE1 and a phone call from Michael. ULTE1 convinced me to abandon my quest for surf and to instead join him for breakfast. Michael was making a final effort to convince me to go to the Margaret Atwood book reading. Having no interest in Margaret Atwood, I had no intention of going to her book reading... but for some reason everyone I saw didn't even ask if I was going... they just assumed I would be there. "Oh, I'll see you tomorrow" "What's happening tomorrow?" "The Atwood thing." "Oh. I'm not going." "You're not going?!?!" "Nope." "How come??!?!" &c &c.

And then I'd have to explain that I'm just not that into Atwood, and that just because I like to read, it doesn't mean I'd go to every literary event that comes to town...

In any case, after waffles and opera and minor car repair (which was inspirationally masculine), I went and scraped the wax off the Southpoint and then put on a wetsuit and went for a surf.... or, more accurately, a paddle. After a paddling furiously for an extended period of time... I made it to the outside. No one else made it to the outside... which made it special. Once outside, however, I realized that there really was no point.. and I was more likely to suffer than to get a good ride... so then I went inside... and left.

I have been diligently procrastinating since I got home. I put an ad up to sell my surfboard... and I wasted a number of hours on the internet. I am now sleepy and ready for bed. I have successfully postponed engaging with microeconomics for the evening.