Sorry I haven't posted much lately. I haven't had much to say because it's all sort of been routine.

I am having a bad day. In general, all around. It's one of those days where by afternoon your sole desire is to crawl in bed and stay there. The research plot was a jerk, I got rained on and didn't finish (only to have it be sunny once I finally got home), I have some personal stuff going on, I got some new bruises and ran into stinging nettles that still make my hand hurt even though it's from this morning. It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong did. Except I didn't get eaten by a bear and I'm still alive. Those are good things.

Some of the plants on Snodgrass are up to my face now. That's not saying much considering my height, but still. I feel like I work in a jungle sometimes. The insects like to play jungle with me too, but I could do without them. The snipe flies still aren't out, which means I go out every day in anticipation, waiting for the day that I get attacked ruthlessly. It will be like Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds, except with flies. I am sure of it.

I think people are going out to the bars tonight? I have not had the Crested Butte bar experience, which is apparently essential, so I'll go if they're going. We'll see. It feels like Friday already, except Friday is tomorrow. It's supposed to rain tomorrow again too, probably worse and harder than today. Blaaahhh. I don't know. Maybe I'll fall asleep and try to wake up in Wonder Land with my cat who is not named Dinah.

It's raining again.