I'm currently working through the last of the 6 stages of OR summer surfing:
- frustration: "jeeez it'd be nice to get some waves"
- anger: "WHAT THE F#!%K is wrong with this place!"
- hope: "bro, did you here there's a south coming"
- drunk: "there's no f-ing south coming"
- drunk hope: "i'm just gonna go anyway, it'll be fun"
- despondent: "why am i doing this to myself?! i should quit my job and go live in a van in baja. she'd be pissed at first, but she'd totally understand ..."
Good thing Fall is close!