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It’s Monday surprise surprise I’m not at work not till Thursday at least. I’ll be gone for 8 days after that Thursday to Thursday I should be returning on July 1st which is crazy only 2 months left in Washington. it’s bitter-sweet to think about how fast time has just flown. Anyways this weekend was a steaming pile of shit for my body I consumed more alcohol than I have in a few months and I ate like absolute dog shit I just kind of said fuck it for the weekend. Friday was awesome I climbed outside and completed a route about 28 feet it was a deep water solo which was badass in my opinion then afterward we went to this college bar (not a big fan) its loud as fuck and every dude in there is so aggro on some macho bullshit like chill bro you’re a junior in college no one is trying to match your toughness. You have guys walking around chest puffed out ready to strike at any moment lets say someone bumps into one of them on accident (due to the fact it’s a small bar and its crowded as fuck) it’s like their pathetic queue to act like they just got embarrassed or someone just punked them you’re not that important chad. Enjoy yourself and the people around you. Saturday was completely fucked spent the day climbing and enjoying the nice weather Washington has blessed us with here. We ended up at a speakeasy hidden as a book store and had a few drinks then the night took a turn we end up driving 35 minutes over the state line to Idaho and going to a bar called the beacon in downtown coeur d'Alene. The concentration of white people was real the girls were pretty so that was awesome im a fan of white blonde girls there fun but a black haired septum girl has me fucked up let me tell you. The guys looked like they drive a ram truck with a trump flag posted on it so thats cool also (not really). Skip Sunday nothing exciting other than the fact that Eliza wrote a bunch of curse words all over my belongings because she assumed that i wasnt going to talk to her anymore so thats cool and not the least bit of crazy. Once these 8 days of work go by and im back in July i think time will just fly in a blink is it weird that i think of time or events coming up as in I just need to survive until then? I have this super intimate relationship with death that i dont fully understand just yet but its been introducted to me so kindly and ive been fortunate enough to just be introduced and nothing more.