Epicity

There is an epic moment in our week when we feel ready for anything--a challenge, an opportunity, a fight to the death with ropes of woven spinach leaves--but it is never something we can quite predict, or even count on. "It" needs a motivational defibrillator--a mental lubrication, if you will, like coffee. Or, Olympic replays of Men's gymnastics in the morning. I certainly need either of the two since after yesterday's two-session training I stayed up all night to write about Mankind's Misconception of Failed Men, only to jog to the car in the morning for my teacher's email address and find the summer essay was due midnight of the fourteenth. Mmphpth! There's a strange burning feeling in the back of my eyeballs.

Tomorrow I fly home from SLC to Santa Cruz (yes, I've been hidden away at the Momentum gym, strangling myself with my own earphones on the treadmill and watching men's synchronized diving), then it's off to Sydney. Can't wait to show off the dehydrated-food bags to the squirrel at home.