Just rolling out of my makeshift couch-bed. I’ve been lounging here in Missoula, battling some mysterious abdominal pain and intense sweats. I’m half-convinced I’ve got scurvy, or maybe I was nabbed by aliens for some extraterrestrial experiment.
Anyway, as I shuffle off to bed, I figured I’d keep my promise of a nightly blog post to channel my inner madness and let off some steam. So, here’s my midnight musing: Have you ever noticed when you see those heartbreaking fire ruins in California, it’s always trailer parks, not swanky mansions? Am I tuning into the wrong channel, or is my perception off? It makes me wonder if there’s a pecking order even in disaster, extending all the way to human life.
But hey, let’s flip to something positive. Big shoutout to Missoula for adding newbie-friendly trails to our local mountain biking scene. Kudos, Dave, for highlighting this fantastic addition to the Three Larch area.
Alright, back to my horizontal life pondering. How long should I wait before seeing a doctor? I’m aiming for a personal record here. Longer than anyone, because that’s a win in my book!
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