The San Juan Islands = the shit.  Carrying 40 lbs of books around the greater Portland Area?  Not the shit.  Not the shit at all, especially when you are a big wimpy weenie like me. 

Everything = Chaos.  Sooooo not cool.

How do I say this....  Fuck.

I am in hate with my life at this particular moment.  And not only am I bitter because I am tired and writing a paper instead of looking forward to a wonderful weekend camping, but bouncing around in my head is Bertrand Russell's lovely insight on how EVERYONE is unhappy, and we just need to get over ourselves.  I wonder how he would feel if he knew he were contributing to my unhappiness?  Grr.

Other than the bitterness brought on by copious amounts of ethics, rationalism, paper writing, a lack of camping, and paper writing, things are otherwise quite good.  Take that, Mr. Russell. 

I may choose to divulge interesting developments soon...   Though that seems unlikely given my newly reaffirmed love for playing my cards close to the vest.  Hard to say.  I need a nap.