Going out at the Dirt Farm although I probably shouldn't. I think it's the only thing that will adjust my attitude and probably my back. Let's hope not too badly for the former and the latter.
Didn't go out yesterday because right as I was walking home to put on my wetsuit after surf check, the clouds closed in, the storm swell surged and boom! It was raining again. I went for a run on the cliff with Budge and although there are bumps in the water, it's not looking all that inviting... and there's about 1,000 of my closest friends scoping the same spot, long in the tooth for something good. I need to go. If only for a paddle and a few rides. It will be good for me. Sonja and I are going back and forth on email about going. There's the "ehhhhhh" shrug shoulder and squint undecidedly factor. The spellcheck thing on this is trying to tell me undecidedly isn't a word. But it is. And even if it isn't, if Sarah Palin and George W Bush can make up words that become part of the vernacular, so can I. Here's a word I like a lot today: fuck-knuckle. Used in a sentence: Those fuck-knuckles make up words all the time.
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