I worked twelve hours yesterday and had a really shitty night. But Friday morning the bag finallyyyyy showed up. Jesus christ that took forever. I felt like shit all day, and only worked for two hours. Then i picked Harrison up and went to the rock wall only to discover that it was closed. Fuck.
We packed up our shit and went to elmwood to climb the bridge a little bit to get our climbing fix in, and then went to canfields and then backwoods to check out crash pads. We have to get one of those things before we break one of our legs.
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