I actually told a guy at REI, “If I wanted to sleep with a stick up my ass, I’d shove the stick up my ass and sleep in a bed.” When I was a kid, I was in Boy Scouts and we went hiking every month. We met mainly during the school year and that meant the rainy season in Portland. Lots of sleeping out where it was wet, cold, and miserable. When it was nice, we had mosquitoes. I haven’t been camping in years. The closest thing is probably Cycle Oregon in 1995. I’m not sure I’ve been in my sleeping bag since that time.

I did talk to the woman who caught my eye the first time I went to the gym. I asked her about her iPod mini. That’s it. Pretty exciting, eh?

In any case, it beats staying at work until 10PM.

Oh, and I guess it’s the time of year that the pre-meds start looking at my page of medical school rejections. As always, my favorite is from the University of Washington.