Holidays are absolutely hateful... not only do I have nothing to do on some days but also the free time set me thinking again. I don't know what you call it but its like those times when your mind just sort of wanders off to fantasy and then back to reality again... chim.

But yea I sort of come to a realisation of the sorry state I'm in now. Its like a chess game gone wrong you know? I'm a poet, not a chess grandmaster and poems do not solve chess games. So now its like I'm living each day in dread of myself.

Tml there's finally work, I can't wait to be back on the rock wall again. Its been a while since and I'm like totally off form right now. Dang I really hope to be in a sport that requires a team, at least then I'll feel a bit more "family". Climbing though fun, is individualistic and that sucks.