snow is my friend

4:13 p.m. - 2002-01-19

At first glance, the backyard looks rather small; however, behind the trees is a hill. A big, huge, enormously large hill that goes on forever before stopping abruptly at the creek, which runs a few feet below, and dropping straight down to it. The Gorgons and I are fond of it. So the little Gorgon and I set out for the hill, sleds in tow, and proceeded to develop our latent death wishes.

The first run sent me somersalting over a log and bent my fingers backward. The second run slammed me into a tree and gave me a fist-sized bruise on my leg. The third run slammed me into the same tree, and, due to considerable momentum, sent me falling over the edge and into the creek-chasm; a very painful incident in which I lost my hat, my glasses, and quite a few brain cells, and caused me to spend the next two minutes with my nose an inch from the ground, searching for the McGonagall specs. I trudged back up the hill to put in my contacts after that, then returned, gained a few more bruises, and decided to call it quits for the day.

All in all, a nice day. I even got some studying done, too. Maybe I'll repeat the process tomorrow, cultivate my abusive relationship with snow a bit more.

Adieu.

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