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Eh... nothing is really happening here at work, might as well type a short blog recap of how uneventful my life is... if anyone actually ends up reading this I'd be thoroughly surprised.

Pride planning has been trucking along for weeks now. I'm still enjoying the work involved although balancing that and home life gets hard. And I can't blame Jen for being pissed when I have 2 meetings in one week. So, Ive tried to cut back, successfully so, as I haven't been to a real "committee" meeting in weeks. I can't really stomach sitting through 2 hours of people twice, almost three times, my age bickering over how the meeting is run and who gets to talk. Never really succeeding in getting anything worth while accomplished. Seems like a blatant waste of time. So, I'm boycotting. I'm still productive during the week, and my end of the festival is running smoothly and on plan, so I'm happy. And semi-sane... always a plus.

Since I've defected from all things "committee" related Jen and I tried to go camping this last weekend. Only to be met with rain, and wind in Bellingham. Definitely not the way I usually prefer to camp. Friday was clear when we arrived after I got off work. We quickly set up camp, I'm an expert at the tent (broken pole, no problem!), and Jen made dinner on the camp stove. The weather was clear, and we enjoyed a camp fire, marshmallows and beer for a couple hours before slinking into our tent with the dogs, and under our new sleeping bag, curled up on our blowup mattress. Not a bad way to camp if you ask me. The bathrooms (fully stocked, clean, and had lights) were one campsite over from ours, super convenient at 4am when you need to pee. We got up and had a great breakfast of blueberry pancakes and faux-sausage (meatless--yum). I managed to spill hot chocolate on myself before 8am, no easy feat... and just after changing clothes, it started to sprinkle. Luckily, Jen had rigged a tarp over our table and we had some cover, so what to do... Well being the drunkards we are, might as well start drinking Gin. We beat our personal record for drinking in the AM... it was only 9:30am, narrowly beating out our 10am record set at the cabin. A few rounds of WAR and quarters later I was bored, buzzed, wet and cold, and the dogs were wet, smelly, tired messes. We trudged into Fairhaven 10 minutes away to get warm, and decided shortly thereafter to pack it all in and go home with our tails between our legs. The weather wasn't letting up, so we called it off, and went back to the camp site... WHICH WAS DRENCHED. Ick. We made excellent time packing, only took 20 minutes and got the hell out of there and on the road home, sad, defeated, and cold.

Bummer... but, the weekend felt really long coming home Saturday afternoon, we still had plenty of daylight left, and all of Sunday. So unpacking went slowly, and easily. And we even took a little trip down to the Fremont Sunday market. All that "fun" and I came into work Monday feeling dizzy and almost nauseated, not a good way to start your week.

Anyways... Currently I'm on a reading binge... that's all I've been doing in my spare time. I'm running out of books... I've read 4 in 3 weeks. I just finished my fourth book, and decided to waste some time blogging since I now have nothing else to read today. Man my life is exciting.

I can't seem to find a decent way to end this blog, it could be never ending, so I guess you don't get something pre-packaged and pretty. Stop.