WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS

and when it's uncomfortable, it's impossible.

three days off i've been spending them catching up on much needed sleep. i took a neurotransmitter enhancer last night and had very vivid dreams. perhaps it was a connection or too soon to claim.

the first day spent in cody. feeling annoyed by most of my co-workers i decided to go solo. not a big surprise to find out i had a lot more fun walking around the town, going through peoples sprinklers to cool off, having tasty and cheap mexican food, enjoying/hating the x-files movie and sitting under a tree calling people i care about. some liquor later, the ride back was mad cool because everyone finally loosened the fuck up. i don't understand why people feel they have to move in packs of 20. half the day is gone going anywhere with that many people.. especially to an atrocious store like walmart. the night was a sneak attack of a hidden and regretful crush that spills out of fiery lips. what to say when "is this bad?" probably for you but i don't give a damn. so leave it at that and push the fake shit away because i'm okay with impossible.

the second day of freedom spent awaking way too late to go rock climbing with the group. yet, i still manage to make it because... 20 people trying to accomplish one thing is impossible. egos and slow asses drive me to the edge. but i wanted to climb. it's something i might actually want to stick with which is a pleasure for me to admit. three routes later, i walk down the nearly vertical path back to the cars listening to movie soundtracks. there i see the specks in the corner of the rock face and realize why i'm on the bottom looking up.

the third day is happening as i type. i should get moving before the day is done.