Skateboarding in a typhoon, definitely chalking it up to one of my more interesting experiences. I was speeding uphill, and pushing with my leg as hard as I could to try to get downhill. What's this stuff about gravity? The winds were 50km last night, and the rain didn't hit till this morning and so it was only a mist in the air. Once I got home I was soaked with sweat. But regardless of the physical activity, I couldn't sleep. No matter how tired I was, or sore (my left leg was killing me), I tossed and turned. Today has been a robotic day, trying to stay awake and thinking if I should give in and drink down that cup of coffee. 9 more work days till school, two more weekends, the excitement is building!

Up floats the fish.

Strain, drain, the essence.

What do you have left?